First off, my apologies for getting this done a bit late. Sam turned seven months old a full week ago, but he was a miserable soul and we were all waiting for Monday so we could get him to the doctor. It turns out he had bronchiolitis and an ear infection. It also turns out that unlike his sister, when Sam is sick, he doesn’t sleep well, therefore no one sleeps well.
So wow, yeah, seven months. Soon after he turned six months, we did try the rice cereal again, and he reacted the same as before, just like clockwork. No rice for Sam, I think we get it now. A week later, we oh so slowly started to introduce applesauce. On day one, he had one bite. On day two, he had two bites, and so on. The first few days were miserable — Sam wanted nothing to do with it. You’d put a bite in his mouth and he’d just hang his jaw open and cry, letting the saliva-covered bite slowly slide back out onto the spoon. It wasn’t until a week in when he finally decided to taste the stuff and realized it was pretty good. Now he’s downing whole jars of it, and we even have had three or four nights where he has slept all through the night, though the ear infection/bronchiolitis experience has stopped that flat.
We have also introduced sweet potatoes, which he also seems to like. The whole foods thing is just a very slow process.
Last month was filled with Christmas doings and general shin-digs. Sam got to meet the Jolly Ol’ Man for the first time. He was rather thrilled.
And he prepared to tear into Christmas with Daddy:
Sam worked hard on the fine art of sitting up over Christmas and he can pretty much stay seated by himself now, as long as he doesn’t get too excited by something Lydia does. Sometimes this can be hard, since to Sam, anything Lydia does is pretty exciting.
As far as first Christmases go, I think Sam has a pretty good one. Though he won’t remember it, we all got to experience the first White Christmas Bimingham has ever had (and probably will ever have). For me, it was a childhood dream come true. I have never been so giddy. What an experience to sit around with my family opening gifts while watching huge white flakes fall outside the window.
Also, Sam got his first tooth a few days after Christmas. It’s a nice sharp nubbin, and it’s growing taller every day. It’s mate hasn’t broken through yet but I imagine it’s not far behind. Unfortunately, Sam hasn’t been willing to let me get a good pic yet.
At the doctor’s appointment last week, Sam weighed in at a hefty 18 pounds 8 ounces. Wowee! I looked back at Lydia’s baby book and that was her weight when she was a year old. Look out, Lydia! Sam’s catching up.
