Emilio - 2 months

OK, so I missed the 2 month mark. Emilio is already 10 weeks old, but I meant to write this earlier when he just turned 2 months. It has been incredibly busy between coming back from our vacation and hitting the ground running in terms of our move to Ottawa -- we have sold our old car, bought a new car, done lots of packing but still have lots to do... it is no surprise that I didn't get a minute to even start writing this. But since I am already sitting in the computer might as well put the to do list in the back burner for a moment and write this.

Emi - 8 weeks

It is unbelievable to me that Emi is already 2 months old. I know it sounds cliché and everybody says the same thing, but when I say "time flies" I mean it with every cell in my body. Just a couple of days ago we went to the mountains for the Easter long weekend and I saw a mom feeding her teeny tiny baby as her toddler played in the playground . I asked her how old her little one was. She said two and a half weeks and showed me her baby. He was so incredibly small, fragile and still so wrinkly. At that point it hit me Emi is not a newborn anymore. He has gained so much weight (although we haven't been to his checkup yet, so can't say exactly how much), he seems so long and chubby. His hair has gotten longer, fuller and lighter, and his eyes are so alert, he follows everyone in the room. He even smiles and coos a lot when he is talked to as if one is having a conversation with him.

It is true I share a special connection with Paulo because he is my first son and we are now able to communicate so well. But I also share a very special connection with Emi, because he is, it seems, my last baby. It breaks my heart to say that, and to tell you the truth I still could not bring myself to give away the 0-3 month clothes Emi has outgrown. But when I look at him, I just want to stop him from growing so badly. Even though I am anxious to see him develop and become a little devil, I ache seeing him grow. I wish I could stop time and hold him and cuddle him and rock him, and watch him sleep and stare at his face and see that little teethless smile forever. There is no camera that can capture how sweet this boy is to me and how much I love him.

He is still sleeping most of the day. He usually is the first one to wake up like clockwork at 7:00 a.m. He wakes everyone up from his crib with all his cooing and fussing. Then I feed him and change him, he hangs out in bed with us for a while and after everyone is up and getting ready for breakfast he goes right back to sleep and basically sleeps for the rest of the morning, only waking up to eat. Even though everyone tells me to put him down on his crib, I usually carry him in his sling all morning -- that way I make sure he stays asleep instead of waking up the minute I walk away.

One incredible development about him is that I have already started with his early potty training through Elimination Communication, which I talk about  here. I will write a post later about how this is all progressing, but so far I am amazed at how easy this has happened for us.

At this point many people think he looks much more like me than Paulo does, and much more like me than his daddy. However, I am not so convinced. I think he definitely has his father's eyes (except for the color), ears and nose, but I think most people say he looks like me because of his skin color, which is dark like mine.

Emilio, I didn't want this important milestone to pass unnoticed. It is so busy for us that I have a hard time keeping up with writing things down, but I definitely make a point of savouring every minute of your childhood, however busy we may be. We love you so much, I am thankful every day for having you in our family.