Month Eight

Dear Sam,

Ouch. This is super late. Like, totally-getting-the-second-child-treatment-late. I am sorry about that. I will work really hard to make sure this does not happen again. If you could read and talk, I would ask you to keep me accountable for these types of things. But, lucky me, you can’t.



I have a lot to talk about and a lot to recount because this was a busy month. Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years (except those two holidays weren’t supposed to be in this blog, but oh well). You crawl now. I guess it is not that big of a deal to us anymore, because it’s like you have been doing it for years. You are a seasoned mover and shaker. You move very quickly and with such a sense of purpose. You cannot miss one single thing happening. That is probably my biggest take away from you – you are the life of the party, and cannot miss a thing.

I totally get the not missing a thing. I am absolutely sure that you get that from me. I feel pained to miss out on a good party, a good TV show, a good whatever. The only bad thing about this is that you hate to take naps. You are getting much better, now taking 2 one hour naps a day. I guess we are just spoiled by your brother – the super sleeper. He would probably take a four hour nap if we let him.



Where you lack in napping, you make up for in eating. I mean, we have seen the photos. We know you don’t miss meals. But, I am so impressed at your willingness to try new things. Even those yucky pureed meats. You eat those too! You have also finally mastered the puff. Before you wanted to eat finger foods so badly, but every time we gave you something you would gag. I was worried that you also inherited my gag reflex. But, I think you just weren’t ready to chew things up. Now, you eat puffs like a pro. And, your little tiny hands shake to grab them up so fast and put them into your mouth. Watching you chew has to be the cutest thing I have ever seen.

Which reminds me of what you are like when we try to take something away – a spoon, a car, a Woody toy – you are usually putting this thing in your mouth, and when we take it away from you, you look just like Chunk from Goonies when the Fratelli’s take away his ice cream. (I am hoping that by the time you read this, you will have watched Goonies. We will be sure to show you and your brother Goonies by the time you are seven, I promise. Anyways, trust me, it is freaking funny.)



To know you, is to love you. And, I am not just saying that because you are my baby. You captivate rooms of people, and make them all smile and laugh. You go easily to strangers – even scary looking people – and you charm them. But, oh dear, just don’t piss you off. And, oh dear, don’t leave you in the crib to “cry it out” -- I swear if you could talk you would be cussing up a storm and making threats upon my life. But, I do love you so.

Love,

Mama

P.S. I am sorry about your hair. No, we don't have a Bump-it in there. It just poofs up. Maybe it will be all the rage when you are older.