I'm still a dad. No, really.

Erin reminded me last night that it's been forever since I've updated this blog. Well, it's been a while since I updated the "other" blog, too, so you can see I can't officially wear the mantle of "hipster blogger dad" just yet.

Some observations, though:

After a few days that seemed like weeks of Amelia Jane screaming every time I took her, she has finally decided that she likes her dad now. She's been in a fantastic mood lately, and getting a smile or two from her is no problem.

Secondly, I'm about tired of changing diapers. I don't think many parents relish the thought of their child growing up, but it will be a wonderful day when this little monkey is potty-trained.

I've also noticed that as parents we have this undying need to comfort our child when she's fussy, whimpering, or outright screaming. I've also noticed that sometimes this is the last thing in the world she wants sometimes. There are moments when she won't settle down, so we put her in the swing. Instantly she's fine, and she's mesmerized by the animals and music coming from her swing. I guess sometimes even babies just want to be left alone entirely.

Last week Amelia Jane had her two month check-up. She's still tiny compared to the average, checking in at about 21" and 10.5 lbs. However, she still looks so big to us! At the two-month she also received four shots, and that little champ hung in there like a pro. Mom and I were wincing and trying to comfort her, and she didn't really need us. She screamed in the, "Dammit that hurt!" sense, but there were no tears and the screaming ceased as soon as the needle was out. I'm sure I'd still be crying because I hate needles.

I'm pretty sure that's all for now, but if you want consistent updates check out Erin's blog.