20 months

Sam is 20 months old... He and we have survived each others ups, downs and changes for a year and eight months. I'm enormously proud of him. He is vibrant and humorous. If Samuel is smiling, you will be too. As he grows I am amazed at his inborn desire to learn. He studies and manipulates everything. From toys to kitchenware to electronics, he doesn't stop till he knows how it works. I love this about him. It makes him a deeply passionate person. Even though this passion causes great challenges for us parents, I know he will do great things someday.

He has shocked us with his desire to use the toilet. Since basically every other transition has been a struggle we we expecting an exceptionally hard fight with potty training. I didn't even want to try till he was closer to 2 or 3. In the last couple of weeks Samuel has asked to use the potty. Whenever he has to go he brings us to the bathroom. We aren't pushing it, we are just going at his pace. I'm excited for him, but it's the last little it of baby he has left. Bitter sweet to see it go.

He still loves people. He try's so hard to speak to them. He uses the same sentences to describe and ask for things. We just don't know exactly what he is saying yet. He loves to play jokes. His favorite thing is to sneak up and surprise. He loves to see the shock on people's faces.

He still adores daddy. Sam studies Joe much like he does his electronics. If daddy takes a bite, Sam takes a bite, it daddy smiles Sam smiles. I love that he has such a wonderful roll model. What a great burden we have to be godly examples to our children! Sam reminds me daily of my own flaws, and struggles. Because he acts them out. He also reminds me of my great need for God to lead me. Being a parent is not a road to tread lightly, nor is it one to travel on your own strength.

Thank you for the most adventurous 28 months of my life. From conception till now you have blessed me with wonderful challenges. I you love my sweet boy.