Our Big Boy

It just occurred to me last night when I looked at Sam asleep in his crib that he is no longer our baby or even much of a toddler. He is really turning quickly into a little boy with whom we can fully interact and who can mostly understand what we tell him. True, we still are figuring out how to understand him. This picture shows the line he is walking perfectly. He is wearing one of my hats (maybe his 95th percentile head size is the reason it fits), looks like the perfect little boy, but still needs and likes to be pushed in his stroller.