And here we are; we have reached the fine age of eight months old! Oh, so happy are we. At least, as long as we’re not hungry.
Sam’s second tooth sprouted forth soon into his eighth month, not that it will help him much in the food department. Food introduction is going SLOWLY. So far he will only eat applesauce, sweet potatoes, and pears. We tried peas, one of Lydia’s all-time loves, but they are on Sam’s Hate List.
As Sam ate more and more solids we kept waiting for that magical day when he would be full enough to sleep through the night, but there seemed to be no amount of food that could satiate the boy any longer than four hours or so. Sam, the couch and I have become very good friends over this past year.
One late night around two weeks ago after nothing seemed to please him, I finally just let Sam scream it out. He slowly fussed into a slumber. The next morning I awoke with a start — Sam hadn’t woken me up at all! I ran into his room in panicked Mommy-mode to find him sawing logs on his tummy. He had flipped himself over during his tantrum.
Hmm.
The next night I laid him down on his tummy, and after a few minutes of fussing, he had another full night’s rest — and so did Mommy and Daddy. He’s a tummy sleeper! And so the house sleeps a little sounder.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . .
Sam is having a very auspicious first year. First there was the White Christmas and this past month he dozed in his Daddy’s arms as we watched our Auburn Tigers win the National Championship. Lydia had long gone to bed but Sam was up ’till near the very end. Once we knew it was over and we had it, we had to celebrate softly and just soak in the moment, lest we rouse the Troubled Sleeper. It was a fantastic night.
It’s been a very cold month — after all it was January — so we have mainly stayed indoors, especially with all the ice events we keep having. The weekend before Sam’s eight month birthday, however, was quite pleasant, so we visited the Botanical Gardens.
Sam was content to be strolled around and watch Lydia climb rocks and describe the world. Ahh, immobility: we shall enjoy it while it lasts. I bet Sam starts crawling within the month. Then Lydia just might get a different opinion about her Sam.
