It is so hard to believe that 8 weeks have gone by since Brady was born. I know it's been said a thousand times before... but time really flies once you have kids! I look at my little monkey man today and cannot fathom that he once resided in my uterus (glad he wasn't an 11 lb baby, yikes!)
The changes that have taken place over the last 8 weeks, while just the tip of the iceberg, are astounding to me. I'm continually amazed at how I can actually watch him learn new things-- for instance, he used to scream bloody murder when he got his diaper changed, a bath, or when we put him in his car seat. Then gradually, he started to realize, "hey, this isn't so bad!", and has actually learned to enjoy all of those activities. In the last few days, he's begun reaching for his rattles and Matt's face, he's figured out that those little hands belong to him and they DO fit in his mouth, and the highlight of my week... he's actually started to giggle a little. Not a full out laugh yet, but definitely more than a smile. It's enough to send a girl over the moon!
He's getting so strong and I know it's just a matter of time until he's holding his head up on his own. He likes to be propped up when being carried so he can soak in the world around him; no more staring at the ceiling for Brady! For all these things, and more, I find myself asking... "is that my little baby?!"