A happier post to cheer me back up, not that the delicious bottle of wine I’m partaking in isn’t already doing that, but what could be better than a grinning Sammy?
Bill and I took Sam to Panola Mountain for a walk on Sunday. That day he clearly said Da-di for the first time, though has yet to understand what it means. His favourite game at the moment is when we point to him and say “Sam!”, point to daddy “Daddy!” and then “Mummy” when the finger goes in my direction. When we point to Sam he jumps up and down excitedly, grins, gurgles, splutters and chuckles loudly.