Some things have changed and some have not: we still love you, and the story is still more about us than about you, although the "us" is undoubtedly revolving around you these days.
You and your hairy older brother mostly move in separate social circles; he's generally out clubbing or something when you sleep, and when you are awake and crying, he tries to find somewhere quiet to curl up for a snooze. Frodo is getting older, and I'm a little concerned that he might move along the spiritual gradient before you are able to secure firm memories of him, but in recent days I have definitely noticed and new sense of protectiveness your big brother brings to the house. He may not like hanging out with you, but he certainly notices when you act upset. And boy, sometimes do you ever act upset.
And then there are ridiculously sweet moments like these...you LOVE being in a carrier. We have a Bjorn AND an Infantino, and a week or so ago we got out of the house without either of them and so bought a Moby wrap in impulse. It doesn't matter which brand I (or your mom) have on - you totally zonk out in a way tidal wave of adorableness. I can't keep you on me for too long, because I give off heat like a potbellied stove (go figure, right?), and a nice layer of damp mushiness builds up between us quickly, but I thoroughly enjoy this time with you. This pic was taken in the middle of my work day, and gives just a little peak at how important and valuable it is to me to be able to work from home. This is also the closest I will probably get to the experience Mom has just after feeding you when you are in a milk coma and totally conked out on her chest...she loves those moments and spends long minutes just looking down at your smooshed up little satiated face.
2 months in, and more good than bad - I wouldn't change it. Love you, Buddy.