Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Catchin up on firsts...

Dear Samuel,

...or Sam Wuir as I believe the Chinese pronunciation of your name should be...you are growing up too fast, and we demand that you slow down! Yeah, right:) You are growing like a weed and your mother and I love to see the new developments and your little experiments every day. You love to play with the funniest things. Boxes and spoons are much more exciting than the $5-$20 toys we brought home! Here's a list of what you've been up to:

1. Cut your first 2 teeth (on the bottom front). Man, they are sharp! I'm not letting you gnaw on my fingers anymore.
2. You have started pulling yourself up when you get a good grip.
3. Just recently you got brave enough to let go of things while standing. You let go and try to stand up as long as possible before toppling over on your belly, or plopping on your behind. Your max time so far has been around 3-4 seconds. You think this is very fun because you're getting the idea that walking is within your grasp.
4. You really enjoy Mommy playing peek-a-boo. She jumps out from a door, you jump when you are startled, and then you giggle.
5. I try to change you into your diaper and jammies every evening for bed. You love to roll around naked on the changing table. I blow zerberts on your belly, legs, and neck, and you giggle in shrill tones.
6. You learned to drink from a sippy cup! We're soooo proud. You can even pick it up, and most times, get it in your mouth the right way.
7. You started having dinner in the high chair. It is a happy place for you. Food, fun, and a full stomach! Kulo thanks you for all the cheerios you send him on the floor.
8. Speaking of Kulo, you are captivated by him. Whenever he pops in the room, you stop everything and give him a good looking over. You've been known to grab an ear and use him for a baby walker. He's somewhat patient, but let's face it, he's a Min Pin. Not a very patient breed of dog.

We love you very much. It's a true blessing from God to have your little life around.

Love,
Dad