Seventh Week

On Memorial Day John sat with Sam on the beach so that I could surf for the first time since getting pregnant.  He was great and slept the whole time, however he woke up when we started packing up to leave.  I really wish I had pictures of John dragging the screaming baby, diaper bag, umbrella, beach chair, with a towel wrapped around his head and baby bjorn halfway on. He headed up before me because I went to rinse the board and I followed the trail of things John dropped on the way to the car.  I found a naked crying Sam on the front seat and a perspiring frantic Dad trying to figure out how calm him.  It was hilarious.  He realized later that a bottle probably would have done the trick.

I also remember sometime during this week Sam first deliberately "talked" to me.  I fed him around 6am and was trying to go back to sleep when I felt someone watching me. When I opened my eyes and Sam squawked at me. Needless to say I did not get back to sleep :)