What better time to write about a two month old than at two a.m.? It's quiet. She's just nursed and is snuggling on my shoulder. I know it's moments like this that I'll be nostalgic for when she's her brother's age. Not necessarily the getting up in the wee hours, but the snuggles. At two months, she is starting to hold on to me. Right now I'm her person. There's no playful debate as to who her favorite is because hands down it's mommy. At two months there is no nagging, no arguing to eat her supper... Mommy is still the "nice guy." In a few short years, that will all change and I will be the "bad guy" who disciplines for jumping on the couch, pulling on the dog, and any other trouble a toddler finds oneself in. Daddy will be the fun one who let's her get away with murder because truth be told he's not really watching. Anywho... I digress.
