Carson turned 2 months old March 3rd. Yes, very behind over here, story of my blogging life... BUT at least I take the images on their respective time frame, I just don't get a chance to sit down and document.
This sweet boy continues to bring us so much joy. We love him so much. His eyelashes really started filling in during his second month and his hair only continues to grow, he hasn't lost a bit of it. This makes me very happy, I love his hair.
At two months Carson was wearing size 1 diapers, size 0-3 month clothes. He eats every 2-3 hours and has the happiest disposition. He cries when he isn't pleased that you have put him down or is tired. At his well visit his stats were: 24 inches in length and 11 pounds 4 ounces in weight.
Sleeping babies are the best, aren't they? This picture makes me want to smooch on his fluffy cheeks.
Kate continues to dote and love on him. Constantly. She always asks me to put him down so she can play with him. She loves to hold him or have him sit by her on the couch. She is the first responder when he cries, running to fetch his pacifier and she genuinely gets distressed when he won't calm down and she will get upset with me if I don't come and rescue him promptly.
Max is also loving and kind to Carson but doesn't take the mothering interest in him that Kate has, probably because he doesn't have a chance with Kate around! Ha. He loves him very much and is also very helpful.
Rhett loves Carson too but is generally too busy to pay him much mind. He has gotten the brunt on the new baby changes but is taking it in stride. He has never shown any aggression towards Carson, he just gets sad that I can't hold him like I used to or that I am always telling him to go play.
The picture below was taken roughly 6 weeks ago, when Carson was 6 weeks old and here is the caption I posted on Instagram:
"My greatest struggle as a mother is striving for that elusive balance. Everyone needs everything from me, usually at the same time. This picture sums up my life right now: baby on my lap or in my arms, a sad toddler waiting for physical love and attention, Max needing assistance with his shoelaces. Not pictured is Kate waiting off to the side, the spit up on my shoulder, my unshowered and disheveled state and bleary eyes. I love my life and I love my kids but by golly I am tapped out."