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| It was here a minute ago |
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| Was up all night getting her hair to look like that |
For as long as we knew she existed we were counting on our
fingers how old she would be by Christmas. We knew that she would be five
months before we knew if she was going to be a girl or a boy, if her name would
definitely be Samantha, or whether she would be a Sam or Sammy. Now it’s
Christmas time and Sammy is rolling both ways, putting toys in her mouth,
crinkling paper, trying to sit up on her own, sticking out her tongue by way of
a greeting (a lot!), eating bananas, peas, and sweet potato, and laughing at
the age of five months. What this baby lacks in sleeping through the night skills
she makes up for with her sweet personality.
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