Sammy is Six months today, and looking back at the past six months, I can't believe that he ever was this small
That he ever had trouble smiling at us
That we used to swaddle him and constantly keep him in hats
Or that he would laugh at the most benign things
Because for me, even though I look through the pictures, and recognize that he was so much smaller, and couldn't even hold his head, or that he didn't eat real-person foods, or show any interest in toys, I still will always hold him in my head as a generally naked, smiling and loving baby, who is curious and handsome and smart and loves to explore, and has exceeded every expectation I've ever had.