Sam is nearly eight months old now, and he gets more amazing and wonderful every time I see him. He's cheerful and happy most of the time, with this grin that just lights up the room. He reaches for things he wants and shoves them into his mouth, sits in his highchair with us at the dinner table, and has many other tricks. An interesting one is a kind of Lazy Susan technique -- when on the floor on his belly, he'll whirl around to grab things and to get a better view of what catches his eye. He's this close to crawling. But the best thing, of course, is that now if someone is holding him and I come over, he will reach out his arms to come to me. And I just melt.