Reagan is already more mature than I am.

She actually thinks this is stupid instead of hilarious.

(I'll be disabling this link soon, so don't miss out!  I just wanted to see who's out there.)

UPDATE:  Apparently there's a copyright claim on an 8-second video of an Iguana farting in a bathtub, so the link was taken down.  Be sorry you missed it because it was something to behold.

It's been a while. So sue me.

Why did no one ever tell me how exhausting the second child is?  During the day, I'm working.  When I get home, it's family/dinner time.  By the time we get both kids down at around 9:00, just about the last thing I feel like doing is sitting at the computer and trying to put together a coherent blog entry.  But that's my problem, not yours, and I've owed you an update for quite some time.  So here it is.

When last we spoke, Reagan was possibly ingesting beetle larvae.  (I can't believe I left the blog hanging on that one.)  Well, we were able to find some of the Similac sensitive formula which was not subject to the recall, so we've been feeding her that, and she seems to be doing fine.  It's probably just a coincidence, but the "fussy feedings" seemed to end right around the time we stopped feeding her the beetle parts.

Reagan had her two-month pediatrician appointment, and that went well.  She's looking good, growing, etc.  She weighed 10 lbs., 9 1/2 oz., which put her in the 50th percentile.  She was 22 inches long (25th percentile), and her head size put her in the 25th percentile, which is still unreal to me.  I can't believe I have a kid with a head the size of an orange.

The pediatrician decided to send Reagan for a hip ultrasound since Amanda had had a "hip click," and apparently that condition is at least partly hereditary.  There had been no indication that Reagan had a problem, but the doctor just wanted to make sure.  We had the ultrasound, and it was completely normal.  Even though we hadn't expected anything to be wrong, it was still a relief.

We can now officially say that Reagan is smiling and laughing now, which is really awesome.  It's so much fun to go into her room in the morning, have her look up at us, and then just smile from ear to ear.  It makes all the long nights worth it.

And there still have been some long nights lately.  Even though we stopped the middle-of-the-night feedings at about the nine-week mark, Reagan still occasionally (about 1 in 3-4 nights) will wake up fussing at around between 4:00 and 5:00 a.m. for no apparent reason.  We'll go in to check on her, and she'll just be looking up at us with big wide eyes!  Usually, giving her the pacifier and soothing her for a few minutes will at least buy us another hour, but sometimes she'll just keep fussing because she's just not tired.  And since we're absolutely NOT going to re-introduce the middle-of-the-night feeding, I've had to take her downstairs and just hold her a couple of times.  Makes for some long, tiring days.

Another event since the last posting was Susan's "girls' trip" to Wisconsin followed immediately by a business trip to Chicago.  Basically, that meant I was more or less on my own with the girls from Friday morning through Wednesday night.  I don't know how single parents do it because I've never been so exhausted in my life.  We still had our nanny for the weekdays, and Susan's mom helped me take the girls to a Fall Carnival at the local elementary school, but it was brutal trying to maintain the schedule and keep the kids entertained over the weekend.  It also didn't help that Amanda threw up in her bed at about 5:00 a.m. that Sunday (I'm assuming it had to do with the carnival hot dog she had eaten).  Then, to make matters worse, she barfed again while we were at breakfast at Waffle House.  (Before you judge me, you should know that Amanda otherwise felt fine and had no fever or other signs of illness.  Except for, you know, all the vomit.)  I believe that makes her the youngest, but by no means only, member of the immediate family to puke at a Waffle House.  She didn't puke any more, so whatever it was got out of her system, and she was back to normal by that afternoon.

A couple of quick final points:

• It looks like Reagan's eyes are still blue.  I'm sure they can still change to brown (like Susan's and mine), but if not, Susan will have some explaining to do.
• We just did our own, informal, 3-month measurements, and it looks like Reagan now weighs 12 pounds and is 23 3/4 inches long.

That's about it for now, but with Halloween coming up, I should have more to show and tell before too long.  Let's just hope I can find the time and energy to get back on here.  If you're interested, both girls are dressing as ballerinas, as you may be able to tell in the photo above.