I've had to focus on caring for my two bubs while falling sick over the weekend with a stomach flu virus that rendered me and hubby missing in action for a while.
And just like that, in a blink of an eye, my little one has turned 2 months old!
Sammy is going to celebrate his 2nd birthday this coming Thursday too. Time seriously does zoom by!
Without further ado, I shall proceed to one of my mushy Mummy love letters for Gabriel.
You have turned 2 months old!
With this milestone, you have started dishing out smiles at us *heart melt*.
Unlike your older brother who basically smiled at anybody and everybody who made eye contact with him, you're more particular about who you lavish your smiles at.
Papa hasn't even had the honor of witnessing one of those rare moments when you decide to exercise your mouth muscles.
Your personality continues to be pretty fiery. Whenever you wake up at night to nurse, Mummy would try to insert the pacifer in your mouth in the hope of tricking you back to sleep.
But you're simply too smart to mistake that for the boob. You would suck it for less than a second and spit it out immediately. Once though, when Mummy was too tired to nurse you immediately, you managed to cry yourself back to slumber.
You're becoming more alert and awake these days. In the past you would sleep for hours on end, but now it's becoming more challenging to put you down for your nap when your older brother naps too. Mummy's gonna persevere at that though! I need my 2-hours break!
You enjoy being carried in an upright position and would scream murder if you were held in any other position. Like your brother, you enjoy taking in all the sights, sounds and smells of the environment around you.
Mummy would so love to bring you out to the city more often if I were adventurous enough. But for now, our little town is a nice sanctuary where we go on little outings to the supermarket and/or park.
|Love this nursing shot with my baby|
Recently, Mummy went on a women night out and Daddy tried to give you the bottle. You screamed so much that Daddy literally had to force-feed you for one entire hour before you finished the milk.
Oh sweetie, we hope that this is not the start of bottle rejection. In any case, we're going to continue giving you the bottle at least once a week, cos Mummy would like some flexibility in having someone else feed you.
At 8 weeks old, you're wearing a size 62 now (meant for 3-6months). We have packed away the newborn clothes and already felt a tinge of nostalgia! My boys seem to grow wayyy too fast for us to use size 50-56 (newborn size) for long.
You have started cooing and making all those sweet baby sounds.
We look forward to the time when you can play with your Gor Gor, but for now we're going to continue enjoying your baby smell and nom-ing on your chunky thighs.
Mama and Papa
|Check out who's boss!|
|Your beautiful godparents|
|Our first time at a wedding as a family of 4|
|Snuggly sleeply bear|
|Your protective big brother|
|With my brother I can conquer the world!|
|Hanging out with your Opa|
|First smiley shot of you with your Gor Gor|
|Our lovely neighbours and friends|