…not actual words, of course. But his little cooes and garbled noises are close enough. He’s a chatterbox whenever he’s awake although he took a break for a day and a half after he got his shots. After that heartbreaking affair he mostly screamed, cried and slept. Oh and ate. He’s always eating. We found out at his 2 month check-up that he is now 11 pounds! It’s so crazy how much he’s changed in such a short time. 2 months gone already, and less than a month to go before I head back to work. I’m sure I’ll be sobbing my heart out for the first couple of weeks.
He still looks a lot like my mom and Bethany, but sometimes I can see bits of Andy and myself in him. He’s got my mouth and my nose. The shape of Andy’s face. My hands. Andy’s feet. It’s so great how he laughs when I lightly stroke his cheeks and neck, and how he likes to stand on Andy’s legs and “Guh!” at him. He’s starting to have a real personality, I love it.
And here’s a (weird) quickie: I had a really disturbing dream last night where a guy used my breast pump to suck his brains out. Talk about nasty. Oh, and funny.