My Sam

Sam is 19, closer to 20 months old.  He has really come into his own little personality.  Forever he was just our content and mellow little baby.  He is still those things SOME of the time, but we definitely know what he wants and when he wants it.  At 18 months he has followed his brothers growth patterns and has gone down to about the 5-10th percentile for both weight and height.  It's a far cry from the upper 90s in both height and weight at birth.  I have decided, and their pediatrician agrees, that it's just genetics :)  My body makes huge, healthy babies that gain tons of weight for a few months from breastfeeding (I'll just call it heavy cream.)  THEN...genetics.  I think they are so handsome and adorable just the size they are :)  Plus, it makes it easier to hold them and cuddle with them much longer! :)
Sam is talking a LOT - and it's so cute and amazing to watch.  I never tire of language development.  It is nothing short of spectacular.  My favorite phrase that Sam has recently learned is "no fair-zees"  His favorite song right now is "Beat It" by Michael Jackson, and he would listen to it 100 times in a row if we could handle it.  He loves being read to, but is much more rough with books than Isaac ever was.  I now understand what people are talking about/how it happens when they say their kids destroy books.  Sam is an okay eater, not the best, but certainly not the worst.  He unfortunately does not like vegetables, but we just keep putting them on his plate hoping that one day he'll learn to love them.  His favorite food continues to be raspberries.
He's a very cuddly little guy and he will often lay his head on me and say "cuddle" and of course my heart just melts into a puddle every time.  He loves to pull clean clothes out of drawers and laundry baskets and spread them around the floor, and put them on his head and play "chase."  Stinker.  The power of the word "no" has certainly not been lost on Sam.  It's probably his most frequently uttered word.  Yay.
Here are a few faces of Sam: