The Hillian Collection

Sammy is! We've been putting our poor little guy through the ringer this week. It all started out with his first ever diaper rash, followed by his first visible bruise on his chubby thigh and finished with his little fingers getting slammed by our sliding door. Our ped said his fingers didn't fracture, they'll just be tender and bruised for a little while. Poor, poor Sammy.

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We've been cosleeping with Sammy since day one, and I've loved it. However, the head of our household is ready for his bed back, so it's bye-bye Sammy. So now he's got his very own jail crib for his naptime and nighttime adventures. Okay, okay, he's still in the bed with me at night. I'm not ready to let go.

We also inherited the high chair that my aunt, uncle, mother, cousin, all my siblings and I used when we were young. It dates back to the late 40s. Let me tell you: they made some quality furniture back then. The only alteration we made was to put a car booster seat underneath so that Sammy could use the tray more easily. Sammy seems to enjoy it, or maybe it's just playing with the food that he finds so intriguing.

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a dangerous snack for Sammy. Really, right after this was taken, I had to remove from his mouth a piece of this paper he had separated from the rest with his slobber. The world is a dangerous place when even Christmas wrapping can get ya.

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