On finding our groove...

I am happy to say that my Sam is starting to get the hang of life outside the uterus. He's gotten over his fussy newborn stage and is now starting to make noises and smile and he's almost figured out that he has hands and he can move them around at will. He likes to be rocked to sleep, he hates the first 10 minutes he's in his car seat, he loves to take a bath especially getting his hair washed, he likes to listen to Baby Einstein lullabies while he sleeps at night, and country music while he naps in his swing. He doesn't mind that Mom doesn't actually know the words to any lullabies and will often resort to singing Journey songs while we rock in our chair. He needs to be burped after half of his bottle to avoid spitting up, he needs gas drops before every meal, and he tends to be in a better mood after he poops. He doesn't like to be swaddled but he does like his blanket wrapped tightly around his mid-section as long as his arms and legs are free. He loves to be outside and really loves to bounce. The bittersweet part about getting to know my baby is that his daddy isn't here to get to know him with me. For now, the occasional Skype date will have to suffice until we can all be together again.