Proof that he crawls. And in his own funky way.
Lindey and I were sitting on her couch talking and watching TV, and suddenly Samson had quickly gotten himself over to Milo's crate. None of this army crawl, scoot on tummy with the foot...real hand and knee coordination.
And please, I just enjoy his tiny teeth and his obsession with "da-da".
News of the day...Samson FINALLY said "ma-ma"! It's been months, literally, that I've been trying to get him to say it. Maybe I got a little teary eyed. Just maybe.