a glimpse

And so it begins...

These are the conversations in our house these days...


"Baby Sam, dis is the yetter "D".  "D" is for dance.  Do da Hot Dog Dance, Baby Sam."
"Baby Sam, dis is the yetter "M".  "M" is for milk.  You drink milk, Baby Sam."
"Baby Sam, M-I-L-K.  Sound it out, Baby Sam.  Muh, ILK.  That spells milk!  Gweat job, Baby Sam!"

"Oh Mommy, is dat Baby Sam?  Baby Sam is so cute.  He so cute.  How sweet."

"Baby Sam wanna play toys wit Aaron?  Play toys, Baby Sam, play toys with Aaron!"

"Mommy, Baby Sam is CWYING.  Baby Sam is CWYING, Mommy.  He cwying.  He is REAWWY HUNGWY.  Baby Sam is REAWWY HUNGWY, Mommy."  (Note: Sam is usually asleep while this is being proclaimed.)


No wonder Baby Sam sleeps so much.  But how sweet that his brother loves him so.

a dream

(Backdated and posted to the date it was written)


February 8, 2011

Last night I dreamt that we were at a party in a random backyard somewhere.  A lot of people we knew were there, but mostly I remember being there with Isaac and the kids.  (And it might have been my grandparent's backyard...I think)

So, somehow, it turned into the kids at the party playing a game of sorts, kind of putting on a play on a stage in the backyard.  Isaac sent Aaron up to play with the other kids, even though he was one of the youngest there.

At one point, we were sitting in our seats on the deck, and I looked over into the yard next to us and realized there were several wild animals hanging from harnesses above the ground.  One of them was a lion, who was not happy to be hanging in the air.  So he broke his harness and escaped into the yard.  

I remember everyone else thinking that it was okay because there was a fence between the two yards.  But it was NOT okay with me that there was a lion loose and my baby was by himself somewhere in the crowd.  So I ran up onto the stage, in the middle of the play, and pushed my way through the crowd to where Aaron was standing backstage.  I grabbed him up in my arms and ran to find Isaac and Sam to get into the house asap.

Then I woke up.  

And I thought to myself...We are NOT sending him to preschool. 

And at 3am, that made perfect sense. 


(I have zero recollection of this dream...but I still feel mildly nauseous when I think of sending Aaron into large groups of people without me.  First born syndrome?  Maybe.)

six weeks

Poor Sam.  He's six weeks old...with a lot less photographic evidence than his brother to prove it.  I really am going to try harder to stay on top of his documentation.  I'm sure the photos will pick up once he's a smiley, happy dude who sits still for the camera.  Oooh, I can't wait to have a non-mobile subject again!

Anyway, the lack of pictures does not mean that I can't try to keep a better written record of Sam's early days.  So here's some info on the man.

Most important - he slept for six hours straight on the eve of his 6 week birthday!  Big props from his mama for that one.  He didn't have a repeat performance last night, but he did sleep a five hour stretch, so I'm not complaining.  

Sam had his one month appointment last week (a week late because of his vaccination schedule getting a bit delayed) and he weighed in at a whopping 10 lbs 14 oz.  For those of you keeping track, he was 7lbs 8oz at birth, which was in the 32% for new babies (still pretty impressive since he was four weeks early)  At this appointment, his new weight has him in the 66% for babies his age.  Sweet growing bud.  He also grew another 1.5 inches to bring him to 21.5" tall.  Kind of makes me shudder to think what size he would have been if he'd been growing that month on the inside.  Monster baby.

He's started tentatively smiling at friendly faces, although he's still pretty stingy with the smiles.  Especially for his mommy.  Tough crowd.  I seem to remember Aaron being fairly stingy with the smiles at first as well, so I'm not concerned, since he turned into a pretty happy guy in the end.  

Other than that, we're still pretty much in the eat, sleep, poo days.  Sam is starting to have longer stretches of wanting to be awake, but for the most part he's a GREAT sleeper, with many naps during the day and good stretches at night.  He's pretty consistent about wanting to eat around every three hours during the day, but he's more than willing to let us know if he gets hungry earlier than that.  He's got a loud shrieking cry when he's annoyed, but he's usually easily consoled.  He does have some gas issues (tmi) that we are hoping are just something he'll outgrow as his digestive system continues to grow and develop.

Truthfully, I was really terrified that I was going to have a really difficult second baby, since Aaron was so easy.  But, so far, it seems like we've been blessed again with a good eating and sleeping baby.  We're so grateful!  The transition from no kids to one kid definitely rocked our world much more than this new transition from one to two.  Maybe it's knowing what to expect...or knowing that the tough stuff is only temporary.  I'm really looking forward to all the milestones I know will be coming up in the next few months and watching these two boys grow together as brothers and best buds.  Two little guys seems pretty perfect to me right now, but check back in with me when Sam actually starts moving!  Ha!