Month Three

Dear Baby Sam,
Right now I am away from you and I miss you dearly. I have gone back to work after spending 12 weeks with you, and it has been difficult. It is summertime and you are home with your Daddy and brother, and I have to be in an office. Things just aren’t fair sometimes. But, enough complaining, let’s talk about all that is Baby Sam.



Well, let’s face it, you are pretty cute. I mean, I know that I am your Mom and everything, but you just have the cutest face and lots of chubbiness, which is a very big asset in the cuteness of babies. You smile very easily and have the best throaty laugh. I am proud that both of my sons have good, hearty laughs. Laughing is important, and I have only just accepted my loud laugh (although some find it annoying like my swim coach in college.) There is nothing better than coming home from work, walking straight over to you and seeing your face melt into a smile. Thank you for those.



You have already mastered the raspberry. I am not sure why I felt it was important for you to check off that baby to-do list, but we worked on it for a little bit, and then BAM. Every time you saw me you would do it, as if to say, “See, lady. I can do it now!” Next on the to-do list is rolling over.

I have noticed that you do not like to be confined to any space. You have already tried to escape from your bouncey seat by sitting up in it (I know, freakishly strong, right?) and you always kick your legs in protest when you are in your swing too long. Every time I try to put you in the sitting position in my lap, you resist and prefer to be standing. You will have to sit at some point, you know. You are very adamant about letting us know where you want to go when you want to go there.



I really love watching you with Abe. Every time Abe gets within your eyeshot you stare at him intently and then smile. You are already interested in what he is doing. I see you stare longingly at that train table. Soon enough, Sam. Soon enough. Abe has been gentle to you, and now when you smile at him he says, “See, Baby Sam likes me, Mama.”

These three months have flown by and I feel as if I know you so well. I have finally gotten comfortable with being a mother of multiple children and the chaos it brings. At times when I think how I will be so happy when I don’t have to deal with bottles anymore, or clunky baby toys, I think, “I am really going to miss this stuff when my boys are grown up.” I realize that there is going to be a time when I can’t rock you to sleep, or hold you in my lap, or dress you in full-bodied outfits with stripes and crabs on them. Until then, I will be savoring every smile, every feeding, and every onesie until I can’t anymore. And, then, I will get a small dog and dress it up.

Love,
Mama