My dear, sweet, little Lucy,

You are two months old now, and you are showing your age. Seemingly overnight this week, you have outgrown your newborn clothes and are magically filling out your 0-3 month outfits that were just swimming on you last week. Your mama is in complete denial; I think I'll let those too-small clothes hang in your closet for a while, just in case you decide to shrink back up a bit.

Gone is the colicky baby we had for the first six weeks of your life, and in her place is this awesome little person. You are a happy, relaxed little girl full of smiles and coos. You have big, deep dimples, making your smile all the more sweet. I think my favorite thing you do is your little half - maybe even only quarter - sneeze; not enough to provide any release, but just enough to make the cutest sound I've ever heard.

Your eyes are always wide these days, and I can just see you taking in the world, so full of curiosity. You especially love the mirror and the crane mobile your Aunt Maggie made for you. You also have a lot of fun playing on your activity mat, and it's so fun to see the wheels in your head turn. You're such a smart little girl; you've figured out that if you swing your right arm, you can make the tiger swing and jingle, which leads to more smiles and coos.

I went back to work this week, so you're officially a daycare kid. Part of me feels guilty for not being able to give you all of me; on the otherhand, you have a wonderful babysitter. Then there's also the fact that I grew up in daycare, and I never once felt slighted over the fact that my mom didn't stay home with me. In fact, I loved daycare, and I can still remember the relationships that I developed with the other children and the staff that took care of me. The one deal I've made with Miss Alyssa is that if you decide to demonstrate any firsts during your time with her, she will video for me so Mama doesn't have to miss anything. Our time together at night is special. You respond to my voice when I see you at the end of the day, and you've become extra snuggly in the evenings.

You started sleeping through the night this week, and while I thank you for the extra sleep, I'm missing our nighttime feedings. There's nothing quite like the feel of your little hand against my chest in the quiet darkness of night, when time seems to stop and there is more tenderness than I could have ever imagined experiencing at all, let alone at 3 am. Let's make a deal, shall we? You're allowed to wake up once in the middle of the night - in fact, I encourage it. Your mama isn't ready to let go of that special time yet.

The bottom line is this, Punkin...my heart has grown this month. Where the first month came with many tears, frustration and guilt over frustration, the second month of your life has brought smiles, laughs and a validation of our decision to be parents. This really is the best job in the world, and I feel so blessed to have you in my life.

Love (the unconditional kind),
Mama