Our napping, crawling, Xhosa-speaking genius

This just in: Sam napped today. At home. In the house. In his crib. For more than an hour! I can count on one hand the number of times that has happened in his seven months on the Earth. He's a good one for napping in the car. With gas at nearly $4 a gallon, we needed to find another way. This recent heat wave, 90 plus degree days in Oregon, gave us a solution I hadn't considered before, a fan. It's not perfect, but seems to be helping! When I gushed about this to a friend this weekend she warned me he will need that noise to sleep into adulthood. But he'll be alive! So if a lifetime of needing white noise is the price he pays for a good night's sleep, his and mine, so be it.

This is Sam's "Oh no you didn't" face. Love his facial expressions. The picture is taken moments before he broke the wind chime. He is surprisingly strong. He is crazy crawling now. He does this funny little thing with his back leg where he looks ready to stand. He is, in fact, trying to stand from a seated position. I'm impressed with how determined he is.

He's coming up with new sounds nearly daily. He busts out with them upon waking up, as if he's been contemplating the new sound all night. The other day he woke up making this clicking noise, perhaps in preparation for a trip to South Africa?

"That seems very advanced to me." Matt said when he heard him doing it tonight.

"I told you he's a genius!"

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