Dear Samuel: 7 Months

Little Sam,

This month you are really showing off. It seems that you are growing, moving, and learning exponentially these days. Could you slow down please?

You conquered the crawl--even though it took you a week or so to get it. At first it was a couple of scoots forward, plop, cry, try to get up, cry, and maybe attempt it again. You definitely got frustrated! Then, suddenly, it all clicked. Like your brother, you often scoot on one knee and use the other foot to propel you forward. You definitely love your new trick--it makes mommy accessible at all times and gives you access to all the fun "toys" like cords and the dishwasher ;)

You've also started self-feeding these last few weeks. In fact, I'm pretty sure that if I gave you puffs all day long, you would sit and eat all day. You love love love to eat. We still mostly spoon-feed you, but I've been sneaking you little tastes from my plate like pancakes and fresh bread. Otherwise, bananas and avocado top the list for your favorite-things-to-stuff-in-your-mouth :)

This month you also had your 3rd hospital stay--thanks to a penny that your brother fed you, a cold, and a little trouble keeping your oxygen levels right after the procedure to remove the penny. Of course, you were a champ and charmed everyone. You also took your first ambulance ride to the hospital--which we sincerely hope is the first and last one you ever take. Pretty please.

Sam, we are falling more and more in love with the kiddo who is coming out of the woodwork. Everyday, I see new pieces of your personality and love getting more glimpses into what makes you tick. You are recklessly determined--I've caught you standing in precarious places on more than one occasion. You seem to know how to crawl right into trouble and seem to enjoy it--like when you insist on pulling our Carbon Monoxide alarm out of the wall (at least five times now). You act shy with strangers, but you still love to get them to smile at you. You are constantly moving, exploring, and, yep, even terrorizing our living room toy boxes.

Sam, we love every squishy 20 plus pounds of you. We love your curious attitude and gummy smiles. We love the way you adore your brother and already have fun climbing all over him. We love that mischievous smirk you wear a lot and the way you head straight for the one thing you can't have. And your giggle--I can't get enough of it.

But, for the 7th time now, I'll tell you once more--could you start sleeping through the night?




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