Sunday, January 18, 2015

Thanksgiving 2014

For Thanksgiving this year, Andy, Sam, and I went to St. Louis to introduce Mr. Sam to his great-grandparents, great-aunts/uncles and other extended family members. It was so much fun to get to introduce him to everyone. The trip, as always, was just not long enough and we can't wait to go back!

The day before we left for St. Louis, I took Sam back to the doctor for his congestion (I wanted to make sure he didn't have a cold/bronchitis.  Turns out, the doctor thinks he has acid-reflux, and suggested that he sleep in a reclined position (car seat or swing) each night to help gravity keep his food down.  Poor kid.  This switch of sleeping positions took place in St. Louis, and, consequently, Andy and I kissed our full night's rest goodbye as Sam began to wake up during the night during this trip (heading into the new year in January and we are still working on trying to get back to Sam sleeping all night).

One of my favorite memory (ies) from the week was how smitten my Nana was with Sam and loved holding him!  One morning, Andy and I were exhausted from being up all night tending to a fussy baby. Sam woke up, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed pretty early. Unfortunately, the rest of the house was still asleep. So we placed an extremely talkative Sam into his swing (that has a lap bar that has toys on it) to play while we tried to get a little bit extra shut-eye.  As I lay in bed, listening to my son chatter away, I (apparently), drifted off to sleep. I recall not hearing Sam talking anymore, thinking to myself, "Oh good, he fell back asleep" (which he had done on numerous occassions at our house). However, when I opened my eyes to check on him......the swing was EMPTY.  Apparently, my nana had woken up for the day, heard Sam talking away, and decided to SNEAK INTO OUR ROOM TO STEAL OUR BABY :) ha ha ha.  When I went to the kitchen, my nana and dad were playing with him on the kitchen table. It was really funny.

I'll have to post photos of our trip on here later :)


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