Lydia turned two months old last Monday. To celebrate, I suggested we go to the park and have ice cream.

Lydia was in agreement. Mom had other plans.

Later in the day when Lydia ended up at the doctor's office being stabbed with needles I explained to her that this was all mom's idea and that I would never do this to her. I also made sure that I was out of view as the stabbing occurred. To make it up to Lydia I explained that I would eat some sympathy ice cream for her that evening. The ice cream was excellent. It was that vanilla bean kind from Sprouts. Some kind of natural healthy ice cream with zero calories that builds up your immune system so you don't have to get shots. Ever.

Here is a photo of Lydia's reaction as I explained what a sacrifice I was making by eating ice cream for her.

Thank you dad for eating ice cream for me. I love you. Please tell mom that I am still mad at her.  -Lydia — Thank you dad for eating ice cream for me. I love you. Please tell mom that I am still mad at her. -Lydia

Okay. For real now. The two month checkup. She is a healthy monkey and weighed in at 14 pounds. That puts her in the 95th percentile. We are not sure how much of that is her hair.

Happy.

Strong.

Chunky.

In charge.