Chloë at two months

Two months already - in those early weeks it seems impossible that you will ever be able to put the children to bed at 7.30 and enjoy a normal evening, and yet here we are already. It goes so quickly - good for sanity, a little bit sad how quickly that newborn stage has passed. But, what a lovely stage we are at now. Beaming smiles with absolute delight, the smile getting bigger and bigger until it seems it's about to go past the sides of her face! Trying to laugh - we get the occasional squeal of happiness. And lots of time spent, as Benjy puts it, 'having a lovely kick', fascinated by something on her playmat, or just the way the light is shining, or, most often, Benjy - Chloë's little eyes can't keep up with the speed at which he moves. I remember this age so clearly with Benjy. He used to love lying in his cot looking at, and kicking to, his mobile. We haven't yet got a cot or mobile for poor little Chlo-Chlo, what with the move to Leeds coming up so soon, but I know she will love it, it's the first thing I plan to get out for her in our new place.

Benjy adores Chloë - he tenderly wipes her chin if she has dribbled milk, he goes up to her and says 'little chubby cheeks' while prodding said cheeks, and is always asking me to make herPublish Post smile. He gives her so many kisses and cuddles, not only for our praise any more, and that love is most definitely requited - she could watch him all day long.

Here she is in her two month photo, and in a photo (that I don't seem to be able to rotate) where I got her mid-enormous-smile.