Where are you going, Sam?
That seems to be the most common question anyone around Sam for any length of time is continually asking these days. Where are you going? For three weeks, Sam wants to get down...he can't walk, Sam wants to crawl...can't crawl either, Sam wants to roll himself to the other side of the room...now that he can do. Somehow, someway, Sam is going to get somewhere...and soon. I wonder what his mental list of things to do must look like. To Do: 1.) Learn to crawl, walk, run and drive 2.) take over the world. It sure does seem that getting from one place to another is not his end goal...merely an annoying step before he can do the real thing he has to do. What that is, I have no idea. I don't know why our little one was blessed with a ready made need to get the heck out of this place, but something tells me we have been given a glimpse of what our little Sam is going to be like as he grows up. My mom said that Sam might skip walking and go straight to running...makes me want to get back on the elliptical at the gym so I'll be in tip top shape to spend the next several years running after our precious angel.See you guys...gotta go!