Well, here's one way Jonas is different than his older brother: he sports a naturally occuring fauxhawk. The morning after his bath, the hair in the middle of his head curls up in the middle of his head into a fauxhawk. Yeah, he's tough like that.
Can't you tell from that grin? He's a hooligan in the making. He may be two months old, but he's tough. That little pug nose is nothing to sneer at.
Today, Mr. Fauxhawk had his two month appointment. In addition to trying to out-cute his brother in grocery stores and see who can woo more strange women, he's also trying to catch up with him in the weight department. At two months, Axel hadn't quite reached ten pounds. Jonas is ten pounds eight ounces. So, yeah, not exactly the baby most likely to be the fat man at the circus, but bigger than his brother at this age.
(This one's Axel, at two months.)
Now, the current two month old is having a bit of post-shot fussiness, as we try to get his room ready. Yeah, he's two months old, and his room still isn't ready. He's been sleeping in our room in the Pack and Play, and, despite all my firm promises to get the room fixed up and cleaned out, it's still a guest room/random clutter storage extravaganza. Maybe by this time next month he'll be sleeping in his crib, underneath the framed giraffes torn out from an old Goodwill-purchased children's book. With two kids, my to-do list is twice as long, but I move through it half as quickly...
