Now while I'm completely enamored of Sammy's newfound ability to laugh, I am not at all amused when he taunts me with it. How might a fifteen-week-old infant taunt, you ask? Sammy had fallen quite cozily asleep in my arms, and I, apparently deluded into thinking I could actually get something done around the house, put him in his swing. Within moments, he's got the blanket in his mouth, giving me his big, puppy-dog eyes and laughing this snicker that seemed to say, Oh dear, dear mama, you THINK you're going to get in the shower. You must spend the next four hours smelly, bwahahah! That laundry that's been sitting in the washer for two days? Let it get musty, mama, for I AM AWAKE! Bwahahahahah!
Hrmmmm. I probably could have been doing laundry instead of typing this.
He's also learned to talk. He's currently carrying on a conversation with Mr. Giraffe, Mr. Zebra and Mr. Effalump as they spin circles over him in his crib. Last night, he had an extensive, deeply profound talk with his Daddy. (I have video proof!) He gets offended should Jay and I try to have a conversation without him, jumping in with his "aaaaoooommmm"s and "mmmmgggggaaaaa"s. And like the proud mama I am, I must share that the early intervention folks said he's talking a good two months ahead of where he should be. (I swear he says "mom" in this video ;-)) At this rate, he'll be wooing the little ladies in his life with Shakespearean sonnets at his first birthday. (I knew I took four semesters of Shakespeare for something - it's in his genes! ;-))
In other news, we'll be doing the Miles for Miracles Walk on Sunday to help raise money for Children's Hospital Boston. Thank you so much to everyone who donated - I've raised $1,175 because of you, and our team is $5 away from $3,000! You all rock. Here's hoping for some sun, a blister-free seven miles and a happy Sammy through it all. :-)