Turns out Sam's first two words actually make a sentence. Or a comment. Or whatever. They didn't come in that order, but one followed quickly on the heels of the other. Sam's become quite the chatterbox, although those are the only two things we can actually understand. But we talk back to him anyway. Not sure where that chatterbox gene came from.
As anticipated, Adrian thoroughly enjoyed his first Father's Day weekend. Sam and I pooled our money and set him up with a nice shiny grill...on which HE cooked US dinner. (Ha! I would say I played that one pretty well.) He slept in, which now constitutes only making it past 8:30 a.m. or so. Adrian was treated to all of his favorites for breakfast and the three of us enjoyed a nice quiet day playing at home.
Since our last post, Sam has moved into a "gated" community. (Thanks to Grandpa Fred for helping us put it up and making certain cabinets off-limits.) He's still butt scooting, but has recently added some actual crawling to his repertoire and he's getting faster at all of it. As soon as we turn around, he seems to down the hall or in the next room or, his favorite, dipping his hand in Louie's bowl for a snack. (Seriously, the kid eats a lot of dog food.)
With Sam's exploring, we're also seeing the beginning of "boo-boos" and "owees." Pinched fingers, banged head and bitten lips. Nothing serious, but I'm sure a sign of things to come.
I'm finding it hard to believe that Sam will soon have his first birthday and will no longer be a baby. I know it's cliche, but time really does fly.
