Samuel developed rapidly this month, learning to grab and hold things, and even to tolerate the dreaded tummy time for longer periods. He accidentally flipped over from front to back once, but hasn't figured out how to duplicate that crazy cartwheel just yet. He can see me from across the room and gives giant big smiles to most anyone who asks. He loves being held, going on walks, being outside, reading books, and having his hair deep "cleaned" by Reyah's (our dog) tongue. He does not love reflux problems, naps, bedtime, or anything else that could relate to sleep. Sigh.
Alzheimer's has stolen so much from her, and from us, and we miss her. We may never know how much she is aware of, trapped in her body unable to communicate, but I hope she felt a taste of how wonderful it was to hold this special boy. I choose to believe she did. I know she'd have been overwhelmed to meet him. As it was, she went from eyes closed and hunched over when we arrived, to surprisingly alert, upright, and SMILING, as Samuel spent time with her. I'll cherish these pictures and those moments with her forever.