19 Week Musings

Dear Samantha,

It’s Thursday—which means it’s time for this week’s update on all things Samantha Joy. For the first time, I actually had to go check last week’s blog entry to figure out how old you are today. I’ve gotten so used to telling people your age in months (you’re four months, by the way) that I’ve forgotten how old you are in weeks (19—gulp).

Still lifting up your head and upper body!

I know I said last week that I would be making the switch to the next size in clothes, but I just can’t bring myself to do it. I think I’ve convinced myself that if I keep you in smaller clothes then you’ll just stay small forever. I know this logic is inherently flawed (and I sound like a broken record), but give your momma a break. Every time I turn around it seems that you’ve grown another inch and gotten even bigger than you were the day before. Plus, the weather has FINALLY agreed to catch up to the clothing sizes we have for you. At long last, we’re getting FALL weather, and not a moment too soon (I was going crazy last weekend making pumpkin bread and jambalaya as the temperatures soared to 102 degrees).

Thankfully, with this cooler weather, we were able to put you in the last of the 3-6 month clothes that you haven’t been able to wear yet: the purple butterfly outfit. Girl, you wear purple VERY well. I didn’t get any pictures of it, because you spit up on it before I could get my camera out, but I’m going to try to make getting a picture of you wearing it my weekend’s mission!

What I did manage to get pictures of was you and your BFF: Roxy. I don’t think Roxy realizes that she’s your best friend, but that doesn’t seem to faze you. Whenever she’s in the room you’re looking for her and reaching for her tail. Hmmm…maybe that’s why it’s more of a one-sided friendship? Fortunately, Roxy doesn’t seem to mind a whole lot. She just looks at me, rolls her eyes, and flops back down while you grab away.

BFFs: Roxy & Sammie. And about the same size, too!

In fact, you’re realizing more and more that your hands and fingers are for more than just sticking in your mouth when you’re bored. I’m loving watching you notice a toy and make the grab for it…so you can stick the hapless toy in your mouth. When toys can’t be found, you’re also happy grabbing and patting my face. Thankfully, you haven’t tried to eat my face yet.

Picking up your toy cow--this was right before you tried to eat it.

You moved on to your feet once you were done with the cow. You tried to eat them, too.

Another thing I’m loving is watching you sleep. Yes, I’ve become one of *those* crazy moms who stands over her child’s crib and watches her child sleep. I can’t help it. You are so dang cute and because I’m working I feel like I have to make up for lost time somehow. So…every night and every morning, there I stand in your nursery, watching over you as you’re dreaming about dog tails and bottles (this is what I think you dream about, at least). You’re quite content to be swaddled as I watch you at night. Something, however, must happen in the wee small hours of the morning, because during my morning watch I usually find you with your hands out of the swaddle and your thumb firmly in your mouth.

And, yes, I took a picture of you sucking your thumb.

Loving you lots and lots and lots,

Your mommy

PS On the really good mornings, you're awake when I check in on you after feeding the dogs. That means I get your "Hello-World-I'm-Here-Smile."

And yes, I took I picture of that, too.