He's growing like a weed. At the doctor on Wednesday, August 17th, he weighed 9 pounds, 12 ounces and was 22-1/2 inches long. He still has a full head of dark hair, and his eyes are dark blue. I think they'll eventually change to brown; Aaron and my mom think they'll stay blue. We should make a bet about this. All the newborn size clothes have been boxed away because they don't fit anymore, but he's still a little small for most of the 3-month sized clothes. This means he has about five outfits he can wear on a daily basis which also means I do laundry way too often. It was a little sad to pack away the tiny newborn onesies, but I'm excited for him to be able to fit into the adorable clothes we got as gifts.
Sleeping has become a bit of a challenge. Once he's asleep he'll usually stay down for 2-4 hours, but getting him to really fall asleep is not an easy task. He seems to have learned when he's not being held, and he's not very happy about those times. He definitely knows what he likes and doesn't like. Sort of like his mama?
We'll had some problems with gas that have resulted in marathon crying sessions. It's not colic because he'll calm down periodically, but usually not for more than 5 minutes or so. We've tried mylicon, gripe water, infant massage, warm baths, and everything else you could possibly think of. The only thing that works for sure is to stick him in the car and drive, and we've resorted to that several times.
We're starting to see his personality a little more everyday. He makes the funniest faces, and has started smiling and "talking" (ie. making those little gutteral throat noises). Bath time is one of his favorite things. We have a terry cloth turtle that covers him up, and he'll just sit in the warm water and relax. That's another thing he has in common with me.
He shares traits with Aaron, too. This kid can EAT! And eating is very serious business. Taking the bottle out of his mouth before he's ready (ie. while he's awake) results in a high pitched squeal and a very red face. Of course, all that eating results in us going through an utterly ridiculous amount of diapers. (But thanks to awesome friends and family we haven't spent one penny on them!) He is a pee machine, and if they gave out medals for diaper filling he'd win the gold. Strangely enough, he feels the need to fill his diaper everytime we go to the grocery store. Thank you, son. (To clarify, the trait he shares with his daddy is the eating - not the diaper filling. I'm just not EVEN gonna go there.)
Here's a few pictures and a video from our first month.
Sam's "going home" onesie paired with gangsta-fabulous baggy shorts.
(PS...The shorts were just for fun. They stayed on just long enough to laugh at him and take a picture.)
In the car seat leaving the hospital. Look out world!
With Pop and Gran
One week old
First family dinner at On The Border with Nana and Papa, Granna and Grandad, Uncle Thomas and Aunt Velvet and cousins Jake and Ava.
Snuggling with Aunt Velvet
Hanging out with Great Papa Wade, Nana, Jake, and Ava
Meeting Great Grandma Norma and Great Papa Jake
Froggie pajamas
Bath time is fun!
Copying Mama's sarcastic eyebrow raise (already!?)
Sweet smile
And here's two minutes in the life of Sam on his one-month birthday. Admittedly, there's not much excitement except for a surprise sneeze. And yes, I'm baby talking. It's okay; I've come to terms with the fact that the baby talk is inevitable.
Aaron and I are so grateful for the help and support we've received from friends and family. Thankfully I haven't experienced much of the baby blues or post partum depression (which I was worried about). We are sleep deprived and mentally exhausted, but we're head over heels in love with this little punk. Even at 2:30am when he's screaming and peeing all over everything. Yep, we'll keep him around. For now. ;)
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