Isaac had his two month checkup today and...drum roll, please...he weighs 11 lbs 3 oz and is 22 1/2 inches long.
He's in the 50th percentile, people!!! The Spence boys have always scraped the bottom of the growth charts so this is a very large leap for us. Dave has been holding out hope that one of our boys will be tall so maybe he'll get his wish with this one.
He's still the cutest, sweetest, most chill baby ever. He hardly ever cries. If he does cry, I know something is really bothering him. The biggest concerns I have about him (apart from the random fussy nursing) are that he has a clogged tear duct that keeps recurring and the baby eczema that plagued Ethan and Noah has made its appearance. Most of the time, he lays around quietly watching everyone and everything and smiles almost non-stop if you pick up him. He's started trying to coo; kinda funny to watch him because he moves his entire body and head while attempting to make any sort of noise. He's oh-so-close to finding his thumb and I keep cheering him on in the search attempt because it worked out so well for Noah sleeping (well, until recently...read on).
He is back to nursing pretty perfectly (who knows what that random frustrating fluke was a few weeks ago, but I'm sure it won't be the last random frustrating fluke to make its appearance). He sleeps (and has done this since he was about 3 1/2 weeks old) for 5-8 hour stretches at night. When he nurses at night, he eats and then cooperatively goes right back to sleep.
Which is more than I can say for his brother. Ugh. Noah, after a break of about two weeks, is back to waking up every single night. Saturday night, Dave and I were up for 3 hours while Ethan and Noah went back and forth waking each other up crying. Dave ended up getting in bed with Noah until he fell asleep. As soon as they all fell asleep, Isaac woke up. Needless to say, we were exhausted the next day. I'm almost regretting having the boys share a room because I feel like we would be getting more sleep if we hadn't made that move but it seemed like a good decision at the time and now that we've already transformed Noah's old room to a guest room, there is no going back now. I don't really understand why the two month old is sleeping better than my three year old. Makes no sense. Everything is a phase...everything is a phase. Just keep repeating, right?
Anyway...I'm happy to report that I do not believe jealousy towards the attention the baby receives is an issue with Ethan and Noah. Maybe because Isaac is so chill that I sometimes forget to give him any attention unless he needs to eat, sleep or be changed. Ahh...the curse of being the third kid. But seriously, the boys love him. Today at his appointment, they were very concerned about him getting shots. Is he going to cry, Mom? Is he going to get a band-aid? Once he was in his carseat after his shots, he fussed a little more and both boys were happy to rock the seat and murmur, "It's ok, Isaac, it's ok."
I think they're going to be great buddies.
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