I've been really bad about keeping up with the blog. Sorry! I've been busy trying to keep everything afloat and still make it to bed by 10 p.m. every night. Not an easy feat.
In the last few weeks Sam has been transformed into a little boy. He's been growing like mad, his vocab is exploding and he has two scraped up knees -- testaments to how much he loves running and playing in the park. He loves helping us in the kitchen and can't get enough of the 18 million balls we have laying around the house. He runs "bases" in the backyard while yelling, "home run, home run!" To say he's all boy would be a serious understatement.
He's also learned how to assert himself and throw a well-timed tantrum, but those are the less than glamorous details that aren't worth focusing on (at least in this medium)!
In the last few weeks Sam has been transformed into a little boy. He's been growing like mad, his vocab is exploding and he has two scraped up knees -- testaments to how much he loves running and playing in the park. He loves helping us in the kitchen and can't get enough of the 18 million balls we have laying around the house. He runs "bases" in the backyard while yelling, "home run, home run!" To say he's all boy would be a serious understatement.
He's also learned how to assert himself and throw a well-timed tantrum, but those are the less than glamorous details that aren't worth focusing on (at least in this medium)!
