it was time for the samjam's second feeding of the day, so i tiptoed into the bedroom to see if he was ready to wake up. (the door creaks when opening, so i guess i didn't need to tiptoe:)
he was kicking his feet a little bit, but his eyes were closed and the rest of him was still. i leaned my head on the rail of the crib and whispered, 'good morning, sweet sam.'
a smile spread across his face, and then he turned his head and opened his eyes.
when he saw me, he laughed and waved his arms and legs and said, 'goo!'
which is completely what i was - a big pile of goo.