Most people who know me know that I am not generally super gushy about babies.  But there are a couple of baby scenarios that never fail to melt my heart of ice.  One of those scenarios is babies in a pile of pumpkins.  Oh man.  It just kills me.  And now we have our very own baby who I do actually gush about all day long every day, so imagine then what happened when we did this:

GUSH GUSH GUSH!!!  AHHHHH!  So cute.

Today we took Isla out to Aamodt’s apple orchard.  Every year I think we should explore some of the other orchards, but since St. Croix Vineyards happens to be in the same place as Aamodt’s, the prospect of wine tasting always lures me in like a fat kid to cake.

Normally when we go places with Isla people are all “Ohhhh, look at your baby!”  But this place was Babyville, so everyone was more like “Yeah, you have a baby?  Big deal. I have 8.”  There were also more dads with babies in all sorts of carriers than I have ever seen anywhere.  Very cool.

So Isla had her 2 month check-up this past Monday, and for those keeping score, here are her stats:

Weight: 12 lbs 13 oz *disclaimer: she hadn’t pooped in approximately 36 hours, so this may not have been a totally accurate representation of her actual weight.

Length: 23.5″

Circumference of head with enormous brain inside: 15.5″

All of this means she’s currently in something like the 80th percentile on the growth charts.  Yay, grow little sprout, grow!

She’s now smiling lots for reasons other than gastrointestinal accomplishments, holding her head up fairly well, making more eye contact and engaging much more, and starting to sleep a bit longer and less noisily at night.

As for her parents, we are gaining confidence, patience, and flexibility.  I have to admit, at some point every day I find myself shaking my head in disbelief.  I mean, my whole entire pregnancy and her birth, especially the moment she went from mystery baby on the inside to holdable, huggable baby on the outside, are still very vivid in my mind, but yet I still can’t quite believe that she came from us.  I wonder if it will ever really sink in.  Or if we will ever stop being constantly amazed at how much she changes from day to day, or if our hearts will ever reach full capacity instead of continuing to fall more and more in love with her every day.  Sigh.  Gush gush gush…