Morning baby

Turns out Sam is a morning baby. Maybe all babies are morning babies, I don't know. But I know this one is, and I like to think he's special. I know one special thing about him, and that's his uncanny ability to turn his father into a morning person. The closest to chipper I've ever seen Bruce in the waking dawn is before a race (no kidding). My early a.m. chipperness goes largely ignored, at best, or, more typically, spawns confused and/or annoyed grimaces.

But, these days when 6 a.m. rolls around, Sam is up, grinning and chattering (his new favorite word is "Myrrh," we think from the SNL Christmas skit he saw the other night), and Bruce is not only happily awake but coherent and mildly responsive.

Six months ago, if I'd been walking around grinning like an idiot and shouting "Myrrh" (seriously, that baby is shouting) at 6 a.m., I may have received more than a few cross words from Bruce. Now, he's all like, "Myrrh! Of course! This baby is delightful!" Which, he is. But still.

Ho, Ho, Ho

Winterized

Our Twelve Pound Turkey

The many faces of Sam...

Boo Baby

Bruce ate all Sam's candy.
Our little pumpkin head.

Tummy Time

Apparently we're a little late at four weeks to start Sam on what the experts call "Tummy Time." He's already rubbed a bald spot on the back of the head from all the lazing about on his back he's been doing. So, this week we rolled out the play mat, put him on his belly, and tried to encourage him to lift his head, no small feat when your head is as big as his. But we're sure he'll have super strong neck muscles in no time.

Monkey Butt.Wide-eyed.

Month One Highlights Pt. Two

Ready for an autumn stroll.
Napping with Dad (notice you see no shots of me...is it because I'm not napping or because Bruce never takes pictures? you be the judge).

Check out the matching onesie and socks. Fancy.
Lounging in the sunroom.

Month One Highlights

We can't believe it's been so long since we posted Peanut Sam updates! The days and nights have run together in a dizzying pattern of sleeping, eating, and pooping (Sam) and sleeplessness, feeding, and diaper changing (us). We actually feel pretty smug when we remember to take the occasional photo of his life's milestones. Here are just a few of the highlights so far.


Strapped into the swing.

First visit with Grandma.


First bath (notice the evil pinky finger).


Napping in the bouncy chair.

A little floor time with Marley.

Waking Sam

Sam comes home.

Just a few shots from last Thursday when Sam came home from the hospital. And, yes, he does look worried.

Peanut is in season

Samuel Reid Warrington, aka "Peanut", arrived early Tuesday morning at 2:50 AM, September 22. He weighed in at 7 lbs and was 21 inches long.

Allison woke up on Monday morning feeling very bad and running a fever. The doc suggested we come in and she was admitted at about 8 AM after the temperature was confirmed to be over 100 degrees and when Samuel showed signs of distress. Labor was later induced and, after cycling thru nurses faster than little Sam goes thru diapers, nurse Lauren and Dr. Clark took over.

September 22 marks the first day of fall and, as several nurses reminded us, the 20th anniversary of Hurricane Hugo.

Peanut's new ride

Peanut's room

Putting away stores

Bruce and I have never exactly played the role of the ants versus the grasshoppers, of Aesop Fable fame.

In fact, Bruce has been known to break into a sweat at the very site of a 24-roll of anything, and he gets visibly nervous in Costco. But they say having a baby changes everything, right?

So, I've tried to do some freezer cooking to prepare for the crazy days/weeks after Peanut gets here.







Here's Bruce trying to make room in the freezer.
Poor Bruce.
















These are tasty protein bars, from Mollie Katzen's Sunlight Cafe. You should try making them.

Yes, those are chocolate chips you see.
















Here I am making Mark Bittman's spinach lasagna from the green cookbook.














The finished product.













My rapt audience. Marley loves pasta.
And tomatoes.
And cheese....

In Peanut's closet

I tried to tell Allison that these are too small for me. I was looking forward to wearing the footie pajamas with footballs this fall.

34 weeks

This was taken last week at 34 weeks. I'm getting to that dreaded point where there are fewer and fewer items of clothing that fit. And the swelling has started, most noticeably here in my face. I'm entering what I like to refer to as my "moon face" period. I'm not complainin', just sayin'.