Two months old is my favorite age so far. There's nothing like the magic of a baby looking into your eyes while you talk to her and splitting into a smile to mirror your mouth.
Yesterday, Matt came home from work, and Charlotte smiled and cooed while he talked to her on the couch. Watching them from across the room, my heart was bursting with thankfulness.
Earlier in the day, Charlotte had been for her two month check-in, a routine thing, and the doctor had told me her weight and inches as normal facts. Unfortunately, (and it almost sounds funny) they're concerned with the size of her head. It's in the 94th percentile for two month babies, and because it wasn't in that high a percentile when she was younger, they're worried that it's growing abnormally. There are "worst case scenarios" here, but we're at peace in the situation. Tomorrow we go in for an ultrasound of our baby's head, and we're hoping the test ends up being nothing more than money wasted. Pray with us, that the results will be laughably normal.
Developmentally, she's right on track, meeting milestones like a pro. Thanks for caring about our baby. We know that means you actually care about us, and we appreciate the love.