Good thing he’s not a stock, because he’s not for sale!  We’re hanging onto this little guy for as long as we can.  Though if he has anything to say about it, it might not be for that long.  Sam was born knowing that he wants to move, and everyday he’s getting closer to making that happen.  He’s rolling over now from front to back – though his average is about 50% between when he tries to and when he actually accomplishes it.  More then that, he’s start scooting himself around with his hands in little circles.  He hasn’t figured out how to move his legs so he pretty much just rotates around 180 degrees.  Between the occasional roll and his rotating you never know what position you’ll find him in compared to when you set him down.

At the pediatricians office they couldn’t get over how big he is, and how mellow he is.  For the past two appointments he hasn’t even flinched when they gave him his shots.  Literally, one shot in each leg and he didn’t so much as jump much less cry.  Sheesh, Clare cried when the stethoscope was cold.  Sam’s to busy checking out new surroundings and people to care about things like needles.

Really people, haven’t you seen a 6 month old wearing 12-18 month old clothes before?  All the kids are doing it.