The biggest event when June turned two months old was that she smiled at us. Sweetly, happily, smiled at us. That made all the long nights of broken sleep worth it. It helped too when she started to get colicky. Somewhere in there she'd look us in the eyes and smile at us.
Another big thing about this time period was that only Adam had the magic touch to get June to sleep. He had some way of spastically bouncing his arm that lulled her to dreamland. Here is evidence.
Some of Adam's words in the journal:
"Happy Days are here! Oh you are getting so big. Big girls smile, talk, chew on their knuckles (you like your left hand to suck on, Daddy hopes you are left handed.)"
His words make me remember that June wasn't the closed-fist type baby. Instead her hands were open from the beginning, and she would swim them in the air in front of her. That made my mom happy.