Josie is two months old today. We're struggling with getting her to take a bottle in preparation for my return to work, but other than that, it's blissful. She has been smiling and cooing and gurgling up a storm. She is sleeping for a five hour stretch almost every night. I almost miss snuggling her multiple times during the night but am grateful for the extra sleep. I NEVER thought that five hours would be a lot of sleep for me. I used to sleep nine or ten hours regularly.
Last night Josie and I were cooing at each other at the dinner table -- soooo much fun to have her answer my "oooohs" and "aaaahs." We might need a staff of surgeons on hand for when she says "mama" the first time, because my heart will probably explode out of my chest and onto the floor.