Today Sam is 16 months old! He is starting to talk more, which is incredibly cute and makes me convinced that he's a genius. What are these advanced words? Well, "up"...and "ball". Genius, right?
Those words actually really sum up his life right now: he loves me to carry him around, and he loves to chase after a ball. If my older boys are outside playing, he toddles around near them chasing his own mini ball. It's a great stage--unless he just runs off toward the street or a huge mud puddle. In fact, yesterday I had to chase him down in a neighbor's yard where my boys were playing football with a friend. Sam saw them and took off for the fun.
Teething woes. My kids always have terrible teething between 1 and 2 years. They get their teeth late, and then they all come crashing through before the second birthday. Poor Sam has had a few rough days with teething, and has a big fat new molar to show for it!
And that's about it for this little boy. What a cutie.
Happy Weekend!
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