Look-y, look-y, look-y....

That's what Sam's been doing this week....looking at everything. He's been watching his mobile and all of the little animals dangling from his play mat. He's also spending more and more time awake during the day....which is great sometimes (like when we can watch him look around) and not-so-great sometimes (like when he's crying and crying for no apparent reason).

We've also seen a few smiles this week, which pretty much makes us turn to complete mush. (And, before you ask, no we're pretty sure it's not gas. He IS Adrian's son and he never smiles when he passes gas. Sometimes he laughs right afterwards, but never smiles during the actual act.)

His eyes are still a deep blue...which I think are so pretty. I mean, handsome. Whatever. Adrian's hoping they change to brown since he and I both have brown eyes. (You think this is a bad time to mention that the mailman has blue eyes?)

Took it like a man

Today was Sam's one-month check-up and the doc says he's doing great. New stats include a weight of 9lbs. 6 oz. (up almost three pounds from his birth weight), a height of 22" (a one-inch gain) and head circumference of 15" (up from 13"). By the way, when do they stop measuring that? Guess I should find out what mine is.

The little man also got one vaccination...and took it like a man. He cried more when I had to take his onesie off. Which, in hindsight, doesn't make him seem so tough.

The doctor was happy with how everything is going and warned me that the next 6-8 weeks will be trying, as that's a typically fussy time for babies. Coincidentally, I read in one of my books today a suggestion that we may have to keep in mind. Earplugs. heh heh. Seems like a joke....but I promise it was in there!

He goes back in another month for his next check-up and will get four shots at that appointment. Better pack the Tylenol.

Can you be half-asleep AND multi-task?

This week we celebrated Adrian's birthday with a picnic in the park (where he now works) and, unfortunately, Subway. I had grand plans to pack a nice lunch, maybe make something sort of special. No. Not happening. Not anymore. I'm learning (very slowly, I might add) that the time it used to take to do five things is now only enough for two. Guess I'll have to refine the art of multi-tasking.


Sam is continuing to do well and seems to be growing right before our eyes. (I just read that babies do most of their actual growing while they're asleep. How do they KNOW that stuff?) Adrian and I are working out our schedules - first night shift vs. second night shift - and Sam is occasionally surprising us by only getting up once during the night. So, in essence, our planning goes out the window and we both stumble down the hall half-asleep.


We are sharing "feeding" duties and keeping a journal of what he eats and at what time..hoping that will give us some sort of insight into establishing a schedule. Looks like 5 oz. for Sam and a full 12 oz. for Adrian.

A Peanut that eats like a pig....

Peanut's completed a full three weeks and, I would imagine, is packing on the pounds already. We don't go for a doctor check-up until next week, but he's eating like a champ. All of the baby books say to expect a newborn to eat 2-3 oz. of formula at a time. Not our guy. He's routinely chugging down 4 oz. and has even put away 6 oz. in one sitting. He'll grow into those feet yet!

We finally got a break from the heat up here, so we ventured out for our first "walk." It was uneventful...he slept the whole time and Adrian and I marveled at the size of the stroller. Man, those things are huge!

Adrian and I stood up yesterday as godparents for our friends Sherri and Derek and their two girls, Lauren and Maddie. Sam was the perfect gentleman during the ceremony and slept the whole time. We headed back for some post-baptism BBQ and the kids hung out together. Imagine the trouble they'll get into when they're actually able to get out of these seats!

A little wet behind the ears...

...and baby doesn't like it.

It was Sam's second week home and time for a bath. He did not enjoy it and I think I legitimately hurt his feelings...over and over again. Since Sam's arrival, Louie has taken on the role of protective older brother and continuously paced behind me and whined, clearly alerting me to some sort of problem. He's become a master of the obvious, sort of like Lassie's slow cousin.


Luckily, Grandma Linda (who recently decided not to join the YaYa sisterhood) was in town for a visit and managed to calm Sam as well as the dog. During her time here, she also confused the garage door with the closet door only once (a new record!) and learned how to use her digital camera and printer. It doesn't appear that she'll be nearly as far behind with developing and/or printing photos of Sam as she was with her own children. (Not that I'm at all bitter about those photos from my 10th birthday that were developed along with my college graduation pics.)

It was a pretty big week for Sam, as he had lots of visitors, including two very pretty Kunesh girls. As it often goes when a group of kids gets together, things got a bit out of hand. The Kunesh girls teamed up on him, and I heard something about making a SAMwich and some sort of mention of a threesome. We'll have to watch them a bit more closely next time they come over.