Sam is Two Months Old Today

(Yes, I plan on doing a photo-heavy post for my baby every month of his first year, just like I did with Jack.  Deal with it)

Has it really only been two months?  Then why does he look like a 4 month old? 



Seriously, this kid is a chunk.  Tomorrow is his doctor visit and we will get an official weight.  But yesterday on my bathroom scale it said 14 pounds!  He's outgrown so many hand-me-downs already, a lot of which we couldn't use because he was born in a different season than Jack.  



The upside of a big boy is how strong he is already.  He holds his head up when you hold him, looking around.  He presses to stand on his feet when upright.  He smiles, he laughs, he gurgles, he coos. 



He is getting curiouser and curiouser.



Here he is struggling to flail his arms at his wooden play rack.  This is new this week, that he has purposefully toyed with the beads. 



"Damn you hands, get the blue one!"


This smile is for his brother.  He just lights up when Jack is around. 



Below, Jack was giving him a rendition of the Good Morning song we learned in Story Time. 



And here I am singing it to him earlier today. 




He's a kicker!

What else can I say?  He absolutely, adorably sweet.  Remember all the worry we had about a second child?  Because Jack was so great, it must be downhill from here? 

I hesitate to say it, but Sam is just as good a baby, and even sometimes better.  He falls back asleep easily.  He can take or leave a pacifier.  He reliably sleeps in the car.  He loves to cuddle. 

Nobody's perfect though, and Sam is a terrible eater.  His latch is shallow and he clicks often, the sound of losing suction.  I'm going to see if the doctor agrees he is tongue tied and can do anything about it. 

Even so, I wouldn't trade him for anything.  He's my lovely baby boy. 




Bonus brother picture.  What a difference 3 years makes! (Forgive the groggy morning expressions. We are not morning people in this house.)