Tomorrow Maya is two months old. The past two months have been very fast-slow. Day in and day out, we feel every minute of every hour it seems. Then suddenly two months have passed.

Maya in blue jeans, 7 weeks old

I was on the phone with the insurance company today trying to work through various hospital claims, and I referred to Maya as my daughter. My. Daughter. While we’ve been doing the job for two months, I don’t think Sean or I are entirely used to our new identity as parents yet.

Maya is doing very well. At her two month check up, she was deemed to be “caught up” size-wise from her early arrival, and she took her vaccinations like a champ – a very unhappy, vocal champ, mind you.

A short while ago, we decided to try out blue jeans on the baby for the first time. The tiny blue jeans are cute in and of themselves. Maya in the tiny blue jeans is almost too much to bear. For the record, the top she’s wearing was part of her coming home from the hospital outfit. It took her a little while to grow into it, and now she’s nearly grown out of it!

We had a very quiet Christmas, just Maya, Sean, and me. It was a little sad not being around our families for the holidays, but the relative stillness was nice (and probably necessary).

Here are a few snapshots from that day. As you can see, Maya slept through most of it. She received some really fun gifts. Among them were Good Night Moon as read by her Grammy and Grandpa Schmidt and a Raggedy Ann doll from Lolli and Pop Woods. The giant turtle that Lolli crocheted for Maya has so far seen more action from the cats – Velvet in particular enjoys napping on it. I’m sure Maya will grow into it quickly though.