2 months?!

Isn't it funny how those last two months of pregnancy drag on for.ev.er, and then the first two months after that little piece-of-heaven is born just fly by?

Not fair. At all.

My little Clark-Bar (a new nickname I'm trying out) is officially 2 months today.



Here's his Elvis lip:



Ain't he sweet?



This pic is blurry, but you can see his little grin:



At two months, Wyatt is still the awesomest baby ever. He rarely cries or fusses, and he has no problem with being passed around (his brother and sisters like to hold him a lot). He grins and coos (a lot) and he most especially loves when PG talks to him.

Wyatt has, however, developed a bit of a temper. This mostly happens when Mommy pulls him off while nursing. He makes a panicked-grunting sound before he arches his back lets out a single shrill scream. Then more grunting follows.

And then he is over it.

Like I said, awesomest baby ever.