Thursday, May 13, 2010

newsletter: month 2

Dear Samson,

Today, you are two months old! You've been around long enough to make me wonder what I ever did without you but it's been short enough that I wonder how time is going by so incredibly quickly. Everyone always talks about time flying after you have kids, but I thought it took awhile to start doing that. In the past month you've outgrown clothes, gone up a diaper size, and started smiling on purpose. Daddy and I have figured out the best way to get the stroller in and out of our vehicles without cussing too much, how to stock the diaper bag, and how long you can be in your car seat before you start to temporarily lose your mind. It's been a good month!

The smile thing is my favorite though. It starts in your eyes and sometimes it takes a bit of encouragement for it to reach your mouth but when it does, it's amazing every single time. You have a little half smile (you even alternate sides) up to a full on grin complete with nose scrunch. It's adorable. You are adorable. It makes my heart so happy to see you smile! It makes me almost just as happy to see you light up someone else with your gorgeous smile. You're just quite the looker!

By the way, I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be a lot calmer, more modest, or something when people say you're a cutie. I always gush in agreement! I can't help it, I could stare at you for hours, awake or sleeping. I feel a little bad when someone says you look like me and I agree, like I should be more humble or something. You are a pretty even mix of me and Daddy but it looks like you have my eyes and nose and those are pretty prominent features. We don't look exactly alike so I hope it's not conceited of me to think you're gorgeous.

In the past month, there have been at least two poop incidents that I could have done without. I don't know if it's because you're a boy, or my ineptness at diaper changing, or if other mamas just don't talk about it but it seems like we have lots of incidents that require clothes changes. I don't mind tremendously, but the afternoon I had to figure out how to take apart the car seat to get all the poop cleaned out was a bit of an adventure. Poop is poop no matter how cute the pooper is!

It's already happening isn't it. I'm mortifying you. I'm sorry. I don't mean to. I'll probably stop sharing stories about your voiding habits once you're out of diapers.

We have a doctor's appointment on Monday where you will be getting some vaccinnes. I think your doctor is fantastic and I am working on a small list of questions for her. I'm looking forward to seeing how much you weigh and how long you are and where that puts you on the percentile chart. But I am not looking forward to the shots. I might cry harder than you.

The thing about being a mom is that I really do have most of my heart outside of my own body now. We have learned the hard way that you have some sort of milk intolerance and if I eat cheese or drink milk, you spit up like crazy. Regular formula gives you painful gas and we're still sorting that out. It makes me feel awful when you cry and I can't comfort you right away. I don't want you to experience discomfort in any way. It makes me nervous that although right now me and Daddy can often fix what is making you cry fairly easily, we won't always be able to do that. I am enjoying you so much right where you are now. It's all going so fast that I hope I am paying close enough attention!

I love you, Samson. I hope you always know that as well as you know it right now.

Love, Mama