Bob the Duck, who sat quietly in the corner of the crib watching over Sam for the better part of the past six months, is now an active member of Sam's bedtime routine. She holds him tight before sleeping and talks to him first thing in the morning when she wakes up.
Sam is also big enough for her little rocking chair, a wonderful gift from Uncle Rich and (maybe soon to be Aunt?) LA.
And, by request, here is the title picture of Sam and I after church one afternoon.
2 comments:
Oooh, I bet Uncle Rich really loves that you called him out on your blog...
I was there at the purchase of Bob (why Bob though? no other possible names you people could think of?)...Sam was just a twinkle in your eyes. Or, uterus.
i too remember Bob the Duck's noble birth. I'm so glad to see Sam has accepted the creepy stuffed animal with the oversized head into her crib. She has great taste, i suppose!
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