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Little charmer:Enjoying the sites at Wurstfest. A ten day celebration of the sausage held annually in New Braunfels. They have facilities that are solely dedicated to this once a year event!

Little Big Fella

It is amazing to see this little one develop and grow and learn before our eyes. Early this morning, I was changing his diaper while he was asleep. I glanced at his face a few times and saw his eyes were closed. When I started putting the clean diaper on, I noticed his little, chubby hands were holding the top of the diaper as I tried to fasten it. I looked up at his little face, and he was sitting there with his beautiful eyes open calmly gazing at me. He has started grabbing his feet when I change him. If we get our rhythms right, he'll pick his legs up for me to remove, clean, and put on the new. He holds on to us when we carry him. Aaah!Sittin' up proud.
Precious picture his dad took. He is so expressive!
Getting ready to crawl, you see. Once he starts going, I'm afraid he won't be stopping for anything!

Growing too fast

Of course, we knew he would.

Bath time. I don't bath him very much. He doesn't spit up often, and the only things that seem to get dirty are hands and feet, and of course, the poopy area. I can clean those places fairly quickly without filling the tub with water. Besides, he's so big, it's a little scary putting him down and picking him up from the tub, especially when slippery!
Pops was able to come and baptize Sam into his larger covenant family. We were glad to have the Owenses (and Owenses) and MeeMaw and the Smiths and GG. We missed other family, but for a short weekend, we still had more visiting than could be accomplished!

Reading with Aunt Grace. I wish she lived closer!

Dad saves the day again. My back is starting to suffer from the baby bjorn, but Trey put Sam in the baby hawk in this unauthorized position and we had a very pleasant family walk.
Cute in his Sunday duds from Aunt Su Su.
I'm not sure if I'm supposed to put him in the bumpo yet, but he seems pretty happy in there for minutes at a time. He's pretty cute, too. I always want to find the camera when I put him in.
With GG. He tried to poop on her right before she left, but she was too slick for that old trick. She whisked his little fat legs up and off her lap, so the only one he got dirty was himself. It was a desperate effort to keep her from leaving.
With Cak. He's just so snuggly.
And this is the day that Trey took us on a picnic in Landa Park. We've been having very nice, coolish days out here. Makes it hard to stay inside! But the mosquitoes make it hard to go outside! At least for me!
So, he hasn't done this in a while, but a few weeks ago he was really amused by playing with himself in the mirror. Now he seems more interested in trying to grab his feet.

Growing and growing! I'm so thankful that he is so healthy and happy. Our house is finding a new sort of rhythm, and we're usually all well rested. God is so gracious.

it's working

I've been seeing more of this lately, which is mostly helpful. We made a trip to the grocery today, but he stayed awake in the carrier.Cuteness.
More uncontrolable cuteness.

Mr. Pooper

So,

The little man is growing, and we have moved up to the Level 2 diaper (*ding*).

However, there's a slight problem: Sam's backside doesn't quite fill the diaper, leaving the elastic bands along his legs a little too loose. You can imagine what this means.

I experienced the results the other day when I came home happily from work. I picked up the little man after my lovely wife had just changed his not-so-little diaper. I hadn't had him long on my lap when I heard the familiar sound of a vigorous explosion from Sam's nether regions. I thought nothing of it--that is, until I began to feel something wet on my jeans. As if I didn't already know what it was, I picked him up and looked underneath my much happier son. Sure enough, there was a generous deposit of something looking much like garlic cheese grits.

While I was changing out of my soiled pants, my lovely wife noticed that not a whit of poop had found its way onto his clothing. And upon further inspection, and much cackling from the amused female, very little had been deposited inside the diaper. Apparently, the vigorous explosion of poop lifted the diaper out of the way, so that my son's healthy excrement found its way into my lap, bypassing most of the diaper and his clothing in the process. What a talented baby boy!

I discovered today at lunch that he had managed a much more marvelous feat while Hilary and Sam were at the store this morning: somehow Sam managed to poop out of the front of his diaper, leaving the back of his diaper perfectly clean.

Oh the joys of fatherhood!