Daniel is two months old today. Where does the time go? He went to the doctor where he weighed in at 12 pounds and measured 22 inches, which puts him in the 58th and 26th percentile, respectively. He got three shots and an oral rota virus vaccine, which is new since Edward was this age. (He's only two and he can already say "Back in my day, we didn't have these fancy rota virus vaccines!") Needless to say the shots were not well-received, but he seems to have gotten over the affront because except for a brief feeding interlude, he's been sleeping since we got home two hours ago. The doctor told us to expect him either to be more sleepy or more fussy than usual. Fingers crossed for the sleepy reaction to continue!

We should not be surprised at Daniel's expansion, for regardless of the delivery method, he greets each meal with gusto. He's been spending more time awake and enjoying his playmat, which is great because it apparently makes him tired enough at night to carry through a six-hour stretch. We don't always get that much time between feedings, but it's good to know he can do it.

Daniel took his first road trip this weekend to Chariton, Iowa, to meet his great-grandparents. He was a very good traveller--sleeping in the car (about two hours each way) and being alert but not fussy while we visited. Edward was also very good on this trip, providing a running commentary on the various types and colors of trucks on the Interstate (he refers to semis without trailers as "broken trucks") and also the number and color of cows and tractors on the rural road between the Interstate and Great-Grandma and Grandpa's house. He insisted that Great-Grandpa sit next to him at lunch (during which he ate mostly jell-o.)

We're looking forward to some 50-degree days this week and hoping to say good-bye to the snow. A walk around the block before dinner last night demonstrated that only two stretches of ice still impede the path. It may soon be time for the bike to emerge from the basement, and I'm guessing we'll have a few muddy park excursions as soon as the snow clears. (At least once when John has told him it was too snowy to go to the park Ed's response has been "Daddy shovel it!")