At two months old Clementine is a smiling, kicking, cooing baby girl. She's also rather little, which has meant many visits to the GP and the paediatrician. I've worried about it, but now I've just come to accept that like all of the babies on my husband's side of the family, she is just small. Not all babies can be in the 90th percentile!
But boy does she pack a lot of personality into her tiny frame. She adores her dad and always seems to save her biggest grins for him. The kind of grin that makes her nose crinkle and her head cock to the side. It's the sweetest. Over the last few weeks it's been all about her hands, finding them and shoving them into her mouth to suck. She gets so upset when she loses her hand and can't find it again, as you can see in the last photo of her crying. I know this goes without saying, but I freaking love her. So much.