Two months old!

Finley was two months old last week.  It seems like she was just born yesterday and also that she's been part of our family forever.  She's a fiesty little girl and never afraid to let us all know exactly what she wants.  But she's also not at all afraid to dole out the smiles, grins and (almost) giggles.  Morning is her happiest time of day and its a good thing too with the way she keeps us up all night.  She's obviously trying to redeem herself.

She saw Dr. Gillespie last week and weighs in at a solid 10 pounds, 9 ounces and 23 inches long.  Her weight is in the 50th percentile and her height is in the 75th percentile.  She's just a perfectly normal little pumpkin and we couldn't be happier with her.

She already sounds like a girl when she cries.  While Conor's cry was high pitched and shrill, Finley's cry, even in the throws of an all out fit, still sounds like there is a giggle hidden behind it.  One day she's going to stop crying, look at us and go "Come on, guys!  I was just JOKING!"

She loves bathtime, her fists, and her Baby Vegas mat.  She loves to sleep in my arms, or Daddy's arms and thinks Conor's face is just FASCINATING.  She's got a gassy little tummy and the stinkiest farts you could imagine.  She'll clear a room with those bad boys.

She's just our perfect little princess.

Seriously, Mom?