Dear John Wicks,
You are two months old and the sweetest little pumpkin. I’m not just being a biased mom when I say you are such a good baby—so chill, so go-with-the-flow. Most of the time you have a serious, pensive look about you, but lately you’ve started smiling and cooing at us when we get close and talk to you. You know when someone is flirting with you, and you really love the attention. You’re not generally fussy, but if something IS wrong, you let us know loud and clear. You’ve got some pipes. You’ve found your hands and already love to put them in your mouth.
You are our BIG, strong boy. From day one, you’ve been a good, efficient eater and have had no problems nursing. I’m anxious to see what you weigh at your 2 month appointment. You were a little smaller than your brother at birth but are definitely bigger than he was at this age. You’ve almost outgrown size 3 month clothes, and you’ve already moved to size 2 diapers. You’re holding your head up well and pushing up on your arms during tummy time.
You’re eating 7 times a day, and you’ve settled into a nice eat-wake-sleep routine. You are a GREAT sleeper, praise the Lord. I typically feed you around 10:30 or 11 p.m. before I go to bed, and you’ve been sleeping until 6 a.m. After your 6 a.m. feeding, I put you back to sleep and you usually wake up between 8 and 9 for the start of your day. Most days, you go down for your naps without a fuss, which is surprisingly wonderful. {Big brother didn’t nap well until about 6 months.} Usually you are awake and swaddled when I put you down. You seem to be doing a good job learning to fall asleep on your own {well, most days at least}. I’m thankful that you are an easy baby because big brother is starting to give me a run for my money as he approaches two years old! 🙂
Speaking of Luke, he adores you. He loves to tell you good morning and give you love. He loves to get right in your face and yell “BUBBA!!!!!!” at the top of his lungs. He always wants to be as close to you as possible, and I often have to be your bodyguard because he doesn’t realize that pressing as hard as he can on your chest or stomach could be detrimental. He always seems genuinely excited to see you, though, and it makes my heart thankful and glad. When his loud presence is near, you usually have a wide-eyed look that seems to say “HELP ME, MOM!” 🙂 Soon enough, y’all will have lots of fun adventures together.
You already have a plethora of nicknames: Wicks, John Wicksie, Wixel Pixel, Wix Stix, J-dub, the Dub, Chub-a-dub, Bubba. One night while you were nursing, Adam leaned over in bed, looked down and your cute little chunky legs, and said, “I think this is gonna be our little short-stack!” And I died laughing. Because for some reason, I found this absolutely hysterical. Your dad says the funniest things sometimes.
We are so thankful for you, our precious little second blessing. You mean the world to us. Happy 2 months!
Gospel-Shaped Womanhood 