Seventeen-month update

Sammy turned seventeen-months old last Wednesday, but with all of the traveling we've been doing lately, I just plum forgot.  Here are his stats as close as I can gather: he's just shy of thirty pounds and around 33" tall.  Sammy is now wearing size 2T tops and pants, although the pants still need to be rolled up a bit.  Sammy is now the proud owner of at least thirteen teeth as his bottom left incisor has broken through--there might be another one on top poking through, but I'm not brave enough to stick my finger in his mouth to find out.

Sammy's imagination has really come alive in the past month--he's started making pretend food and feeds it to his stuffed animals as well as me and Captain Husband.  I found a vintage Fisher Price tea set in Maryland and he's been making tea and serving it up non-stop ever since.

Sammy has quite the adventurous spirit and will happily take off without even a backwards glance in my direction when left to his own devices; I've started to let him walk on his own when we go out and he does a pretty good job of holding my hand and staying close to me.

Sammy's picked up a bunch of new words in just the past week, like milk, please (although he'll say it to everyone BUT me), doggy, Doo (my parents' Great Dane), no, stay, apple, eye, nose, mouth (and he can identify all of those on himself and others, as well as ears)...he can also sign for "more" and can "count" to three.  He's picked up some new sounds as well, like roaring whenever he sees a tiger, lion or dinosaur, and making ambulance noises when he plays with his toy cars and slurping and/or yummy noises whenever he's drinking his imaginary tea or "cooking" something up for us.  He's also started putting his finger to his mouth and going, "Shhhhhhhhhh," which is rather adorable in the proper context.  Sammy has yet to call me mama, although he will refer to me as such when pointing at me in photo--but I know he'll figure it out eventually.