The Hillian Collection

Well, we've made it this far. Sammy is 66.67% done with his first year of life, and oh, what a life he lives.

Very shortly after his seven-month birthday, he started crawling. Immediately after crawling, he started pulling up on everything imaginable. So now, instead of sitting and playing with him like I did before, I spend my days following him from one side of the room to the other, making sure he doesn't do any serious damage to himself.

He notices and explores anything that stands out to him now: door hinges, outlets (don't worry; we've got those covered), specks on dirt on the floor (he hasn't eaten any yet, despite his best efforts), vent covers, you name it. Toys interest him for a few minutes, but then he's off to stand against the coffee table and chew on the foam corner pads. Whenever he takes a scary tumble, a quick step outside instantly makes the crying cease. Getting the mail is one of his favorite activities.

At about 5:30pm, he needs extra stimulation, so outside we go. Sean and I have been playing HORSE on the basketball hoop in our cul-de-sac, while Sammy watches being held by Sean's left arm. He loves it outside.

He started babbling with English consonants at seven months, but it was limited almost exclusively to [babababa]. Now he's adding the /m/ too. Hopefully, he'll be saying "mama" soon. I've been trying to get him to so hard! No sign of the /d/, though, Daddy. I hope I win the first-word contest.

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I distracted Sammy once I started filming. Before that, he was quite the little pianist. He takes after his Daddy.

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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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