Two-Four-Six-Eight

Timothy is eight weeks old and a couple days. A full two months. Wow. It doesn't feel that long at all. Although the colic has definitely made things a bit more challenging and the days have seemed quite long. I envy parents who have babies that don't cry 6+ hours a day at different intervals, or babies who can be soothed by a quick snuggle or a snack at the boob or bottle. We had a bit of a rough week last week as the husband was out of town and I was flying solo.

However, My parents were here all day Thursday and part of Friday and that was a big help. It was nice just to a) have the company and b) have someone to entertain him, walk with him or try to soothe him (other than myself). Plus, since they don't see him that often, they want to hold him all the time.  My dad definitely has some "baby whisperer" in him...but actually I think he just has the patience to just hold a shrieking baby and wait out his crying spell. It showed me that I need to be more patient and be a little less bothered by his colic and realize there isn't much I can do so to just wait it out with him.

Here is a picture of him and I taken yesterday before we brought him to his first church service. He didn't exactly stay quiet through the whole thing, but the husband took him into the lobby area where they stream the service and walked and rocked with him.

Here is a look at our turtlebug!