I had something to do, and asked Casey to hold Sammy for a minute. He (Sammy, not Casey) was so tired, but I was trying to keep him up since it was close to bedtime. You have to know something about Sammy - he NEVER falls asleep on a person. I trained him to fall asleep on his own, so to him that means in a bed - any bed, not on a person. Sometimes I wish that he would fall asleep on me, but oh well. Anyway, I wasn't away from them for more than 5 minutes and this is what I came back to. Notice that Sammy is still holding his toy.
This is my life- DROOL. I have never seen a child drool like Sammy. Wait, Casey reminds me that Quinn (my sister's baby) drooled just as much, if not more. Each day I put clean clothes on Sam, and an hour later he is wet down to his belly button. I don't bother changing him - it's a losing battle. I'm used to the fountain of drool. However, we do finally have a tooth to show for all the slobber.
And here is what my boy looks like yesterday and today, and this picture doesn't do the nose justice. He is sick and now not only am I deeling with the fountain of drool, but we now have the river of snot mixing with it. It's lovely. Although I will admit that inspite of the drool/bugar river, when he smiles through it my heart melts. Even sick he is happy and cute. And you have to admit that those blue eyes do off set the nasty bottom half of the face. If you could only see his shirt - totally gross.