This is how I found Sam sleeping a few afternoons ago.  As precious as nap time is, I couldn’t resist the urge to flash a camera in his face while he slept, even at the risk of waking him up.  Ephemeral moments like these are too cute to pass up. 

 Sam has a cold.  No fun.  He hates having his nose wiped.  That doesn’t keep him away from the tissues a whole 37 seconds later.  At least he’ll wipe his own nose.  Oh, wait, that’s not what he’s doing. 

Samuel has been holding his own cup for a long time now, but I realized this morning I had never taken a picture of it.  So here you go.

I get so annoyed every time I go clothes shopping for Sam.  Nowhere, NOWHERE, makes baby clothes for tall, skinny babies.  If I want Sam’s ankles covered, it’s opens up the possiblity of not having his bum covered.  Case in point.  (Although, this picture is not the one I intended to get.  I was getting ready and Sam was playing in my closet.  I peeked in to check on him, and found him standing and trying to pull a shirt off the hanger.  His pants were around his ankles.  By the time I ran downstairs and back to get the camera, Sam had moved on to my makeup.)

Seriously, guess who’s getting his hair cut this weekeeeeend?!?!

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