Sam can hold and play with toys a bit now, so that means everything goes in his mouth. It also means he has the Baby Death Grip, which is often applied to my hair.
Mmmm...stacking rings. Click to enlarge and see all his spit-up spots on his clothes and sheets. He's like a really adorable leaky faucet.
Hmmm...baby dolls, huh? I guess they'll have to do!
I'm gonna get it, just a little bit further
Meh, I'll eat this dress instead. Can somebody get a brother a truck or something? Hockey stick? Airplane? Any kind of boy toy?
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You are a spitty boy there Sammy, but we love you (if you don't drool on us). And Corrie, we're you thinking "Yes, but can it love?"
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