Yesterday was Millie's official first day as our babysitter. V starts work this coming week, so it was basically a trial run for Monday. She was out of the house but essentially still available in case something came up. And at the end of the day, mom was happy, Millie survived (or should I say Millie was happy and mom survived?) and Justin barely knew the difference.
Also, as of just 2 or 3 days ago, Justin learned the power of his middle three fingers as a pacifier. He does it just as emphatically (and loud) as he does everything else, which makes it funny to watch. The nice thing is that he's self-soothing, which makes for longer naps (he can put himself back to sleep), quieter wake time, and less pre-nap whining since "sucking to sleep" is replacing "crying to sleep" at least once or twice a day.
And last but not least, overall it seems like his temperament is changing. When it's time to eat, there has never been any calming, soothing or quieting him aside from inserting the breast or bottle into his mouth. Instead at every mealtime, almost without fail, he would scream like he was shot in the leg until we got around to feeding him. However, slowly but surely, he seems to be realizing that we will not starve him... allowing us to calm him down and actually play with him a bit while the opposite parent prepares the meal.
It doesn't seem like much, but any parent with a fussy baby will tell you that eliminating just those 12 minutes of baby hysteria each day goes a long way to restoring your sanity. And it's also hard not to interpret it as a sign of maturity on Justin's behalf. In my opinion, we've done everything we can to milk every stage for all that it's worth so that we have fewer regrets once it's gone... but even with that it's impossible not to look forward in anticipation when we see just how much he changes from one day to the next.
As it stands, two months feels like a lifetime of events (in a good way), and we've got a long way to go.
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