Two whole months, Ruby Doo! I just can’t believe it.
At two months, Ruby weighs 11 pounds and 0.5 ounces and is 22.25 inches tall. She’s wearing 0-3 months clothes and some 3-6 month clothes. And her smile!?!?!! She smiles all the time now. Sometimes when she gets around a lot of people it’s a bit overwhelming. But as soon as I get her into a quiet spot where it’s just us, she’ll smile up a storm. The other morning she woke up, and when I went in to get her she stopped crying and just smiled at me. I think I’ve been waiting for that moment my whole life.
She’s Mommy’s baby bunny. We call her Ruby Roo, RooBunny, RooBerry, Ruby Dooby Doo, Rooty Poo, and a billion other names.
Ruby still adores her changing pad, but now she also loves walks in her stroller – the bouncier the better. In fact, when she starts fussing in the car we just drive over the bumpy part of the road and she stops crying. It’s magical. Ha!
Ruby still makes the most expressive faces. She makes us laugh daily.
She has become a champion sleep fighter. I think I said that in her one month post, but I knew nothing then. She was holding out the big guns for two months. Ironically enough, when we’re around people she loves to sleep. People at church say things all the time about how they’ve never seen her eyes open. It must be the loudness and the thumpy bass. She doesn’t like naps at home, but once she finally falls asleep at night she’ll sleep eight hours. It’s glorious.
Ruby really likes her sling. I wear her during music practice and while grocery shopping, and she just cuddles right in. She is definitely a cuddle bunny. Her favorite way to be held is cuddled up like a little baby. She becomes this small (heavy!) ball of squish.
This month her eyelashes popped out of nowhere. Her two most commented on features are her gigantic cheeks and her long, curly lashes! We’re still not sure where they came from.
At two months she is learning new things all the time. She has started cooing at us. Her little mouth is the most adorable thing ever when she tries to say something. She works so hard at it. She just found her feet and loves to stare at them while she kicks up a storm in her carseat. She can hold her head up with only a bit of wiggle. She’s definitely not a newborn any more! When she was born her left ear had a crease at the top from where she was squished. This month it has officially evened out and I may have shed a tear or two.
Two-month-old Roo is just the greatest.
Grow, baby bunny, grow!
Today I’m sharing a quick, easy sewing project. It was the first one I worked on after becoming a mom, and it felt like a really big deal at the time. (Because it was! Ha!)
The first few weeks with a newborn are magical. And hard. After about two weeks, I was itching to feel like myself again. It was overwhelming being a new mom. I was in a lot of pain so I couldn’t really keep our house the way I wanted or cook dinner (I wasn’t sad about that one). I didn’t feel like I fit in my new body. I needed something quick to make me feel like me.
Enter: sewing. I found a quick and easy little project (original tutorial from Made) and got to work. Homemade burp cloths! My sweet girl spits up, and I was weary of washing the same three burp cloths all the time. And weary of their ugliness.
I used a vintage sheet (the white and yellow floral) and three floral fabrics from JoAnn Fabrics. The original tutorial suggests chenille, but I didn’t want to have special order it. So terry cloth fabric did the trick!
It took me a few days to make the cloths, but if you don’t try to sew them in between feeding a newborn, you could probably get them done in a few hours. I made just a few changes from the tutorial. I rounded the edges and added a diagonal strip of the patterned fabric on the terry cloth side.
They do a great job soaking up stuff, and I think they turned out really cute! It ended up costing something like fifty cents per cloth while the ones at the store come in three packs for six dollars. I’ll take saving everywhere I can – we need the extra money for ruffly things! Ha!
I’ve been working on a very time-consuming blanket for Roo, but I love having quick little projects like this to work on when I only have a few minutes at a time. My next little project is headbands. Gigantic flowers, here we come! What are some of your favorite quick projects you’ve made? Or would like to try? I’d love to hear.
Motherhood is about being a creeper. I can stare at her sleeping face for hours. I smell her head constantly. Her cheeks. Under her chin. I finish each kiss with a big ol’ whiff. Creeper.
Motherhood shifts your inner clock. How can each hour last forever, each nap strike last years, each unexplained cry last centuries, but each day go by in the blink of an eye?
Motherhood makes you a hypochondriac. The other day Timothy asked me if I thought our daughter could potentially have this certain illness since she sticks her tongue out all the time. I almost laughed at him, but then remembered I had spent half of the day googling because I was convinced our daughter had torticollis. Breaking news: she has neither illnesses.
Motherhood is doing what you said you wouldn’t do. The first night I gave her a pacifier because she was trying to win the sleep fighting championship, I cried. I felt like a lazy mother because I knew she’d eventually fall asleep if I spent a few more HOURS rocking her. Now ask me how many times since I’ve given her a pacifier. Okay, don’t.
Motherhood turns you into the paparazzi. I’m afraid Roo will call my phone case “mama” instead of me, considering how many hours of the day I put it in front of her face to capture each.and.every.expression.
Motherhood changes your sense of accomplishment. Pre-baby, I’d feel pretty proud of myself if I managed to get home from work, do some laundry, straighten the house, and have dinner cooking when Timothy got home. Now I’m proud of myself if I am able to get Roo to nap somewhere other than my arms and if there’s some sort of path cleared in our house so we don’t trip over everything. Accomplishments, be mine!
Motherhood teaches you to multitask. You know that thing where you rub your belly and pat your head? Never could do it. But now to get Roo to sleep I can successfully rock in the chair while jiggling her in my arms while patting her booty while pressing my cheek against hers while shushing in her ear. Some nights I even have to simultaneously add in a head rub. It’s the magic combination that works half the time.
Motherhood gives you an extra large cape that allows you to jump to the worst possible conclusions with a single bound. Does the baby seem to be having a bit of tummy trouble? It must be my milk, off to CUT OUT ALL DAIRY, GLUTEN, NUTS, SUGAR, CARBS, AND KALE FROM MY DIET. Did her breathing quiet down? I must QUICKLY POKE HER UNTIL SHE WAKES UP BECAUSE OF SIDS AND DEATH.
Motherhood changes your perspective. We’ve been having some insurance issues and got a bill in the mail that was nearly the amount of what I make in a year. After reading the bill, I had two options. Flip out and sell a kidney, or cuddle my daughter and smell her head. I went with the cuddles and head smelling.
Motherhood slows everything down while also speeding it up. Motherhood is the most natural thing and yet still so unfamiliar. Motherhood brings to light my weaknesses yet makes me feel like superwoman. Motherhood is so much harder and so much easier than I thought it would be.
Motherhood is worth it all and more.
So, when are you guys going to have kids? You do plan on having kids, right? Are you trying for kids? (I’m sad to say, we actually got this last question several times. I mean, can you think of a more awkward thing to ask?)
If you are a young childless couple and you have been married for, say, 2.5 seconds, you have gotten those questions. And more. Today, this goes out to you. And to all those people out there who ask those questions. If you have ever asked someone one of those questions, may I direct your attention to this.
See, life is full of stages. There’s the single stage, there’s “talking,” and dating, engaged, married, parents, empty nesters and so on. Each stage generally transitions into the next. Some of those transitions are super fast and some take years. But no transition period is wrought with more advice-giving commentators than the transition from being a childless couple to parents.
For those of you who have yet to enter this time of life, or to those who have passed this stage so long ago that you no longer remember it, it’s an awkward time.
It’s full of potentially well-meaning people asking questions that you have no idea how to answer. Or, you get the potentially well-meaning advice givers. There are some genuinely awesome and caring parents out there who just want to see everyone have babies. But speaking as one who has lived through it, most of the commentators on ones parental status seem to fall in one of two camps. The first one being the have-babies-right-now-you’re-missing-everything people, and the second group being the I-hate-my-life-with-children-wait-as-long-as-you-can people. Both camps somehow manage to phrase their advice in a way that makes you feel like you’re not a grown adult until you have children, for that is when you will finally understand either love (the first group) or responsibility (the second group).
These questions are hard to answer as a childless couple. My husband and I were asked when we were going to have kids when we were newlyweds and babies were the furthest thing from our minds. We were asked the question when we desperately wanted a baby, but it hadn’t happened yet. And we were asked when I was already pregnant but not telling anyone. We have five years’ worth of experience with these questions and I still don’t know how one’s supposed to answer them.
Generally, I kept it pretty vague. Like we have a [however many] year plan, or we’re still getting used to being married, or, my personal favorite, I’m still working on raising my husband. There are all sorts of reasons that can delay having children, be they medical, financial, emotional, and the list goes on and on. When someone asks when you’re ever going to have kids, should you answer honestly? Like, we’re waiting to have children until we pay off a couple of bills. We need x amount of dollars. Since you’re seemingly so invested in the status of our reproduction, would you like to donate to the cause? Or, the doctor says I need to go through some medical procedures before conceiving, would you like me to explain these in depth to you? Or, and I’ve been tempted to use this one, I’m just waiting until you seem to enjoy your own children a bit more before I decide to embark on the same journey.
I purposefully didn’t throw this out to the internet until after I became a parent. I had a nagging little thought in the back of my head that after becoming a parent I would feel differently about the whole situation. And I do. And I don’t at the same time.
When you’re in a stage of life so wonderful and lovely, it’s hard not to want to get other people on board and share in that same joy, too. I think that’s what most already-parents and advice-givers are getting at when they make all their comments. I mean, after we had Roo I wanted to go to my childless friends and be all, THIS IS AWESOME. Yes, it’s exhausting and crazy and sometimes scary, but mainly WOW. Do it. Just do it. Be a parent. It’s the best.
But I refrained.
Life comes in stages. I would never tell my sixteen-year-old brother who is in the dating stage to speed things up because marriage is the best thing in the world. While I think marriage absolutely rocks, he is not in that stage yet. He needs to experience dating – every thrilling, nerve-wracking, mortifying, and exciting aspect of it – to the full extent.
So I propose a revolution. No, that’s too strong of a word. A revolution lite. A ‘lution if you will. Let’s stop hurrying people along. Let’s let them do their thing. Live their stages and transitions. Let’s keep the questions about their reproduction to ourselves. And if we do have something to say, let’s be cool about it. As a brand new parent, I do feel like my view of love has completely transformed, but so has my parents’ view. They are first time grandparents and are enjoying it more than anyone I’ve ever seen. My mom said that being a grandparent is a different type of love than being a parent. But she isn’t hurrying me along to the grandparent stage. She isn’t telling me to “just wait until…”. She gets it. I’m in this stage.
So people of this world, let’s love the stage we’re in. Let’s encourage others going through their transitions. And above all, let’s stop asking people if they’re currently trying to have babies. Again, I leave you with this.
After just one month with our Ruby Ellison, I can assuredly say that this new family of three thing is way better than my dreamiest dreams. I don’t know how, but it’s possible!
-She weighs 10 lbs 4.5 oz and is 21.5 inches long. She has moved out of the newborn size diapers and has outgrown most of her newborn clothes. Yes, Mommy cried.
At one month, Ruby LOVES:
- laying on her changing pad. She’ll stretch and smile for as long as we’ll let her!
- looking at her books.
- looking at random inanimate objects. She’ll choose a blank wall over a tv any day.
- eating. She’s a ferocious eater!
- cuddling up on her Daddy’s chest.
- music. It can always calm her down.
- being swaddled at night. As of right now, she routinely sleeps around 6 hour stretches at night. I know – “it won’t last long” is what we hear, but we’re loving it anyway!
Ruby doesn’t so much love:
- having lotion put on.
- baths. She likes keeping her lint hidden in her rolls, thankyouverymuch.
- clothes being stretched over her head.
- falling asleep at times. She fights sleep like her mama did!
I don’t want to forget:
- how she splays her fingers out as she’s eating and rests one little arm on me.
- the way she keeps one arm by her face at all times.
- her adorable little startle reflex.
- her faces and noises. She’s the most expressive little baby! And very loud – she breathes like a grown man and grunts and squeals all the time.
- her adorable confused little face when her daddy gave her her first bottle. She would cry a tiny little perplexed cry in between drinks. What is this bottle contraption and who knew my daddy had milk, too?! Ha!
RooBunny, we adore you. Being your mom is the most wonderful blessing. Sometimes I just hold you and cry happy tears. You love it. Ha! And your dad? He was born to be a daddy. The way you two look at each other is something special. You’re what we’ve been waiting for, precious girl.
I'm honored that you took time to stop by my blog! My name is Whitney, and I'm a diy loving, piano playing, sewing obsessed, thrifty, non-house cleaning, crafty newlywed. I love God, my husband, and life as a wife. If you'd like to know more, just check out my About Me page. Much love!
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