It's official...

Peanut is no longer the smallest creature in our house. During his latest well baby check-up on Friday, Sam tipped the scales at 12 pounds and 8 ounces, and now outweighs Phil the cat by a full 8 ounces. I guess it will be awhile before he surpasses Louie, who's at 80 pounds and counting...with each and every cookie he tricks me into giving him.

Sam's growing tall, too, and is now 23-3/4 inches long, putting him in the 75th percentile for both weight and height. He's only in the 25th percentile for head circumference (but the doc said that was fine), apparently inheriting the "pea head" that Adrian accuses me of having.

Our little guy's also got his first cold, but it's not been too bad. A stuffed up nose and a lot of protesting when we try to clean it for him. The pediatrician said to run a humidifier for him, which not only will help his cold, but should also serve as that white noise he loves so much.

It's not slowing down his playtime though. He's spending more and more time with his little play mat thingee (seen here) and chatting it up with his friends on his mobile. We're also giving him more and more "tummy time," encouraging him to learn to push up on his arms. He still pretty much hates it and doesn't hesitate to tell us so.

Crying in the parking lot...

Last Monday was Sam's first day at day care and, you guessed it, I sat in the parking lot and cried. I didn't do too bad, though. Was only there a few minutes. heh heh. He's going three days a week, which is a BIG help with getting things done work-wise. His "teachers" seem nice and they're all very attentive. He's already scored himself a girlfriend. Turns out Maya, who's about 10 months or so, has taken a shine to him and helps rock him in the little bouncer chairs. She even cries when I come to pick him up.

Mimi and Grandpa Fred and Tia Ladonna were here over the weekend to visit with their favorite 2-month-old. We took it easy on Fred and didn't require him to move any furniture or install any ceiling fans, so he's likely to come back again. And, of course, Mimi was happy to take the 6 a.m. shift. (And we were happy to give it to her.) Ladonna managed to shake her reputation for making Sam poop and was able to pick him up and hold him without triggering any bodily functions.

He's starting to reach for toys more and more, so we're making sure to show him lots of different ones. We're still working on getting him to hold his little football, but that still may be a bit advanced.

We're enjoying nights of sleep, as Sam's still generally sleeping from 10ish to 6ish...woohoo! He's a big fan of white noise, so we've added a loud fan to his room and, if all else fails, the vacuum cleaner is a sure bet. At least if he's fussy, my family room is dog hair free!

He's headed to the pediatrician later this week for his two-month check-up, so check back this weekend for more Peanut news.

P.S. Louie was getting jealous, so we told him he had his own blog, too. Shhhhh.

Cheese!

Our little guy's been smiling and smiling a lot lately and has even started to "talk" with us a little bit. Sam's also started playing more with his toys and seems to be reaching for them a bit. Our books tell us that we'll begin to see more and more of that, as he figures out that his hands are actually his.

Believe it or not, he's already outgrown some of his clothes, but we're sending them off to another little peanut in Cincinnati that's scheduled to arrive just before Christmas...even though his mom and dad are Auburn fans. We're sending some red-and-black and hoping for early intervention.

We've been working hard to keep Sam on a schedule and have been justly rewarded, as he's been sleeping through the night most nights. We've also started a bit of a bed time routine, so he knows it's time for nighty-night.

I'm sure you've all been keeping up with UGA, who's 3-0 so far this season. Sam's receiving the proper education in Georgia cheers and football tradition. He's also been expanding his, ahem, vocabulary.

Isn't it GREAT?!

Isn't it "great" to have a great grandson? That's pretty much what Mary and Ann thought over Labor Day weekend when they got to meet the newest addition to the family. Ann couldn't get Sam out of his stroller fast enough and the little guy seemed to hang on every word that his Great Grandma Snooks said to him. (She was probably telling him about the latest gossip from the beauty shop.)

Sam and I took our first road trip and he proved to be quite a trooper, even when we had to pull over to the side of the road in what I later learned was a horrendous thunderstorm with a tornado watch. Eek. He slept for the whole four hours on the way there and most of the time on the way home. (Believe it or not, slept right through the loud thunder and hard rain.)

He's smiling a lot more these days and is enjoying the sights and sounds of the house and his toys. Adrian and I are now staunch advocates of both the swing and the bouncey seat....what engineering marvels!

Louie seems to understand that we've got things under control (yeah, right) and politely relocates to another room when the crying interrupts his endless nap. Phil, well, continues to nap.