We Went on a Two Month Trip into Parenthood and All We Brought Back is Poop

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My, how time flies!! Baby Branley Extraordinaire officially turned 2 months old. Some days it feels like it is 2 months going on "no way, she's still my precious 1 week old" and other days it is 2 months going on "omigod, is she 18 yet?".

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Needless to say, these two months have been filled to the brim with daily activities involving feeding schedules, pudgey body rolls, and dirty outfits. And that's just me and David. The baby is a whole other story.

For the most part, everyone has been adjusting just fine. David is up to making at least 2 full sentences by lunch time. Sara only rocks herself in a corner while eating her hair 1-2 hours a week. Corrib only goes on a hunger strike a couple times a week. And Chloe has decided that this planet is currently "acceptable" in comparison to her full time spa (but won't be giving it 4 stars on TripAdvisor any time soon).

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Given all these changes, one might imagine we may have gained some small nuggets of new parent wisdom. What we've learned so far:

Nothing. Nada. Zip.

Except for this: Everyone is alive at the end of the day and relatively poop free = win.