Last year, July 16 was just another day on the calendar. This year, it’s a big event in our world, as…drum roll, please…it means this guy is now two months old! Meet Bennett Anders Morris (Ben for short), born on May 16, 2014.
Two months. TWO MONTHS! For eight whole weeks, I’ve had a cuddly, cooing, and, yes, sometimes crying baby by my side, and it has been so much more amazing—and challenging—than I ever expected. Each week brings new surprises, some more welcome than others. This week, Ben is smiling, oohing, and ahhing in a way that actually feels interactive, and his toothless little grin—a sure bet if Twinkle Twinkle Little Star is playing—makes my heart swell. Last week, he started blowing totally gross spit bubbles. Each milestone—even spit bubbles—feels bittersweet, as it means our delectable little boy is growing up.
We’ve had plenty of good days—exploring Brooklyn neighborhoods, picnicking in the park, meeting other new babies, and visiting Ben’s grandparents in New Jersey—and some not-so-good days, too. (These often begin with long, early-morning bouts of crying, grunting, and fussing as Ben struggles to digest last night’s milk.) Ben’s laugh makes me laugh, his cries have made me cry. His erratic napping schedule—will he sleep for 30 minutes or three hours?—means that I accomplish little apart from baby-related tasks. When he does sleep for long stretches, I miss him.
The past two months haven’t flown by, and they haven’t dragged on, either. They’ve felt exactly like two months, just with a super-squishy sidekick and the knowledge that life will never be the same.