Happy Birthday Sammy

It's weird to think that a year ago at 2 am I pushed out this cute little boy that we've grown to love and don't know what we would do without.  He's officially 1 year old... and darn it all he's sick.  Sammy has an ear infection that we've been fighting and this morning he woke up with a pretty stuffy cold.  He's pretty happy... especially when we all sang Happy Birthday to him... but he wanted to cuddle with me... which he doesn't do anymore.  We cuddled and I heard him snoring so he's now taking a nap... which he grew out of his morning naps a couple months ago.  Poor kid!  Happy Birthday anyways and I sure love you and am grateful that you are ours! (My fierce possessive pride for my kids... hmmm.  I'm so proud every time they accomplish something new or handle something well.  And I'm so happy when they look at me a smile!)  Sammy's still working on the walking thing.  He has walked a couple of solitary steps but has decided that it's safer to hold on to things.  He'll walk if you hold him by the hand.  He's so funny!  He can push a wheeled toy across our slippery hard wood floor with one  hand, drag his blanket in the other and turn around when he hits the wall.  I think he could walk very easily if he gave himself the chance!