sputnik; two months in orbit

Today Sam turns two months old, but he looks about the size of Lydia at four months old. During this past month we have found out that Sam likes to EAT. Holy moly, he can put it away. Even now I can hear him beginning to wake up behind me, smacking his lips in anticipation of his next meal. He has already doubled his birth weight -- he did that a few weeks ago. His next goal is to surpass Lydia's weight.



Due to all the growing, he's quickly busting out of a lot of clothes. Just yesterday it took me three tries to get an outfit on him; the first two wouldn't go over his head. Anything smaller than 3 months just isn't going to cut it, and the 3 month sleepers won't last long. We'll be shopping in 6Ts before Christmas.

Sam has been more awake this month but, as with Lydia, he isn't sure what to do with himself when he's awake but not necessarily hungry, so he defaults to fussy. This time, The Husband and I are from the Been There Done That Club and early in the month we preemptively ditched the swaddling for footie jammies at nighttime, which has resulted in much less screaming.



Don't get me wrong, there have been some wonderful gassy episodes, but they don't seem to last as long as Lydia's did (*knock on wood*). Sam's gassy times will consist of ten to fifteen minutes of crying, followed by a fart and more whimpering into sleep, then he'll start up with some crying again to repeat the cycle, which goes for about an hour or two.

Last week Sam started attending daycare with his sister. Everyone there was excited to finally have him. So far Sam seems fine with it -- he especially loves all the fantastic swings they have. I usually find him conked out in one when I come to pick him up.

Lydia is loving him more and more. When she hears him fuss she goes a-running, she hands him his paci and his blanket whether he needs it or not, and if we're about to go home from a visit with someone she becomes quite insistent that Sam must be put in his carseat RIGHT NOW and she'd rather do it herself if we would let her.



Sam isn't going to care so much about the cats or even rely on The Husband and I to entertain him when he's older. He's only going to have eyes for Lydia.