During the nine months we spent waiting for your arrival, I was in a continual process of bracing myself for your first six weeks. I was convinced that the first couple of months of living with a newborn would be the most exhausting and thankless job, where our entire lives would be dictated by the whims of a lump devoid of any personality. Months of feedings, diapers, and crying. I knew that it would be worth it, maybe six months down the road, when you started to act a little bit like a real person, but I thought the time before that would be all investment and no payoff.

I have no problem telling you now, especially after your second month with us, how wrong I was. This past month has been so much fun to watch, as your personality comes out in full force and we get to see all the little things you do that make you our little Lucybear.

As you've slowly learned to sleep through the night, my favorite time of day has become first thing in the morning as we both wake up together and get you through your first feeding. You're still just as impatient as you have always been; No matter how quickly I get out of bed, it's never fast enough for you. By the time your bottle has warmed, you're crying your fool head off. Several minutes after I sit down with your red little screaming self and get that first bottle in you, it's the same thing every day: All at once, you have this moment of clarity where you realize that everything is OK, and -- Oh! -- that's papa feeding you! You stop eating for just a second to give me a big grin, and then dig right back in again. Lucy, I'm not at all a morning person, but waking up with you every day has made the early morning hours a lot easier to handle.

The other time of day when your little budding personality really shines through is right at the end of the day. We've gotten you into a nice little bedtime routine, starting with bathtime around 7:00. You can be having the worst day of your life, but once bathtime rolls around you couldn't be happier. The moment we get you in that tub, your eyes light up and you start to look around at us as if to say "This is wonderful! Why am I not here all the time?" And while you're never happy to have to leave your little tub, those few minutes of relaxation put you in such a great mood for us to be able to give you your last feeding, read you a little story, and tuck you in for the evening. It also gives us a good opportunity to mess around with your hair a little bit.

I had no idea life with a two month old could be so much fun, little girl. Yes, there is crying, and diapers, and the occasional sleepless night. But there are just as many grins, coos, and finger grips, and I'm having such an incredible time getting to know you.

xoxox,

Papa