Two months

Our little Sylvia is over two months old now - wait, make that 9 weeks. At some point I guess I'll have to start referring to her age in months, or even years. On the other hand, it gives me some comfort to know that she won't move out until she's about 970 weeks old. She's growing very fast, and I hate it now when my weeks at work fly by, because I feel like I'm missing watching her grow. The other night Maggie was holding her, and for the first time I thought "wow, she looks a lot bigger than she used to" It's a tough realization as a parent. Maggie has spent some time this week going through Sylvia's clothes and putting the clothes she's already outgrown in storage to make room for new ones. This afternoon we were mentioning our favorite outfits that she's outgrown. It's a good reminder to soak in every moment.

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Last night Maggie got to go spend time with friends, and left me home alone with both of the kids for the first time. I know, 'what was she thinking?!' Sylvia clearly missed her mommy, but reluctantly took the bottle. After fussing for almost an hour, she finally fell asleep, and we snuggled. There's nothing quite like the feeling of having your two month old baby soundly sleeping on your chest. And at that moment I thought "I'm not sure I can ever love a person more than I love this little girl right now". Then today we were getting ready to leave the house to fetch a Christmas tree, and she was all strapped in her car seat bundled up with her strawberry hat on and she looked up at her daddy and smmiiiilled. And at that moment I thought "I'm not sure I can ever love a person more than I love this little girl right now".

I love being a daddy.