You went to IKEA yesterday for the first time. You were a cute little lady, laying still and quiet (not sure if you were happy too) in your stroller as we walked. You really wanted us to hold you and walk you around. I didn’t let your dad do so. We are trying to keep you on the ground, to keep our hands and waists safe! Sorry!!! It is really hard for us, too.

This week we gave you a pacifier. You didn’t previously like it much. And, when we gave you a pacifier last month, you had nipple confusion, so, you started playing with your milk bottle rather than drinking milk.

This time, there is no confusion yet, and you seem to enjoy pacifiers when you want to go to sleep. If you are in your playful socializing mood, you refuse it

You are adorable. We all love you. No wonder, since you are really really lovely.

You love playing in your gym. You stay there for ten to forty five minutes and play with your rattling (or other) small stuffed animals hanging in your gym.

Your other favourite is a penguin with a mirror in her belly. You see yourself or other stuff in that mirror.

The funniest thing was, almost two weeks ago, when we first showed you a little stuffed bear, you were trying to talk to her. She didn’t talk back (Really, what did you expect?!!!) and you were angry at her! This poor little bear was never your favourite.

You grow and gain new skills exactly as all reference websites’ guidelines are!

Now you love to communicate. I think you will be one of those talkative lovely girls. You smile at everyone now. You stretch out your hands if you want people to hold you. You laugh out loud  and once we hold your hands you try to sit up or stand up.

You poop!!!

Once a day, usually in the morning. And…believe it or not, I wait for it each and every day. This is one of the most pleasing ways of starting a day. This has been the routine for the past month.

I don’t exaggerate when I say we love your poop.

You are the most adorable baby ever.

We put you on your tommy, and you lean on your hands and arms to keep your head upright. You lift your head, chest and shoulders off the ground.

It seems that you are supposed to do so at 2 months, 2 weeks. You look great. I just pray to god to keep you safe and happy.

We all adore you.

You went to Fairview shopping centre for the first time on Saturday.

You seem to like crowded places, where there are lots of people. Again, you were an angel, a great pretty girl.

And, you are still communicating, more and more everyday.

I think, I THINK, you just understood the concept of verbal communication.

It was like a switch, clicking in you. I think, (and I emphasize, it might just be my imagination, but your dad and your grandma share this same idea with me) you first thought that you can verbally communicate with me. For several days, you made -lovely- baby noises in the morning, after you woke up. After a good night sleep, you were fresh and energetic enough to give me a big smile, and talk to me. I repeated the noises to you, and talked to you in return. For four or five days, you were communicating with me in the morning.

My mom saw it, and was surprised, you had never made noises for her. She started talking to you, and….it clicked in you. You understood you could communicate with your grandma the same way. You started making noises in response to your grandma. And…the last one was your dad, the same night when he came home from work. He was upset why you didn’t communicate with him too. I told him you didn’t yet realize that you could communicate to everyone. So, I told him to start talking to you, and…that was it. After ten minutes or so, you realized that you could talk to your dad as well. Now when you are fresh, fool, and have a clean diaper, you keep on looking at us, smiling at us, and making noises.

Yesterday, when we went to the doctor, you were naked, waiting for the doctor to examine you. The doctor was asking us if we had questions, and … in return you started making noises for the doctor. Your doctor laughed and said to us “I guess she has questions”.

You got your first set of vaccines. You did great afterwards. We gave you half a drop of Tylenol, around half an hour before vaccination, another 0.75 of ml at night, and another 0.75 the day after. You brought it up, though. You didn’t give us a hard time at all. We gave you the oral vaccine as well at the doctor’s clinic. You swallowed it all.

You measured 59 cm, and weighed 4980 grams. Doctor said we could take you to the public places including shopping malls next week. We can’t wait for that.

Same night you went to Lida’s (Arman’s) place with us for dinner. You were a princess, calm and nice.

You are just adorable.  Everybody loves you.

You got your first immunization shot yesterday, right the day after you turned two months old.

You were a real princess during the whole process, calm, patient and a real lady. The doctor checked your ears, listened to your chest, checked your nose and throat, weighed and measured you, and you were a real lady. The doctor himself said most babies would have cried by now, and you are so calm letting me examine you.

Your dad is always nervous about the hygiene, germs and bacteria in doctor’s office and everywhere. I am most concerned about you, catching a cold!

Anyways, you are -thanks God- perfectly healthy and happy.

I have your vaccination card, and I need to keep it in a safe place. We all love you so so so much.

You went to your uncle Keyan’s place for his birthday for the first time. You were an angel (as usual, no surprise).

We went there on April 5th, 2013. Keyan’s bday is on April 6th.

May be I am imagining things, but I think today, for the first time, you decided and grabbed your cloth book.

You have efficient ways of communication. You rarely cry, except if you have pain, you want to (but cannot) sleep, or if you are hungry. You want us to hold you and walk, when you are sleepy. This is the one and the only way to put you to sleep, if you are wide awake. When you get half asleep, we can usually sit and rock you.

I usually hold you in my arms (in monkey position: I coined the term! I can tell you how it is, later), sing iranian songs or poems to you, then once you are sleepier, I sit in a rocking chair.

Oh god, we just adore you. To my eyes, you are the most beautiful baby, ever.