Mr. Chubby Pants

A week ago, Sam weighed 18 pounds.  He has definitely lived up to his nickname from Isaac "Mr. Chubby Pants."  Isaac was huge until he hit about 8 months, but having said that, he didn't reach 18 pounds until he was 6 months old.  At 3 1/2 months Sam weighed in at 18.  I still think that he'll follow Isaac's pattern, though, and shrimp out around 9 months.
Here are some fun pictures of my favorite boys in the world.  They were taken at 3 months and 20 days old exactly, for both of them.

Above:  Sam 3.5 months

Sam on the left, Isaac on the right.  Taken at the same exact age, but roughly three years apart

Isaac, 3.5 months old, summer of 2009

Sam will be 4 months old next week.  Time has just FLOWN by compared to what I remember it feeling like with Isaac.  Not to say that's a positive or a negative thing.  I just think with the first one, you focus 100% of everything on this one little child.  When there is already a child (or more) your efforts are focused in all sorts of direction, and time just kind sneaks up on you.  It's bittersweet.  I don't want to rush the precious time I have with Sam as a baby who is so incredibly dependent on us.  On the other hand, I am excited for him to be big enough to enjoy activities with his brother, and for us to have some family adventures :)
Sam continues to be a very sweet, mellow boy.  His smiles and giggles are to die for.  I just want to bottle them up and save them in a jar :)  Sam loves watching Isaac and his antics. He listens and watches very intently when I read he and Isaac books together.  He's a very snuggly little baby, but only likes to lay on your chest if he's asleep, otherwise he loves to be held, but facing outward.  He's definitely got a very different personality than Isaac, and I think they are starting to look less alike.  What do you think?  Sam obviously likes to eat, and, unfortunately for me, about 50% of those calories come from night time nursing!  I do love a soft, cuddly, sweet baby, but there are times when a mama just needs her sleep, ya know!?  Sam has nearly quit hating his car seat and screaming for miles upon miles every time he sensed we were in the car, which has taken my blood pressure level down about 20 points I am sure!  Turns out he is just NOT a binky baby.  I tried everyones' tips and tricks, but he's just not into it.  I may try again when he has better control of his hands and can spot it on his own, pick it up, and put it in his own mouth.  Sam has started to enjoy the bumbo and a bouncer.  I can still sneak in a shower while he is under his beloved mobile, too.  Hooray for bright, plastic, battery guzzling toys giving me a break now and then (see my rant from when Isaac was a baby to see how I really feel about all this crap.  Alas, I cannot live without it.)