According to my brother, "He [Sam] is quite the ham and a vivacious partygoer."
I'm thinking I must make a point to go visit those folks, and my buddies back east, too.
You only get so many chances.
And, as Rob points out, I have yet to make the acquaintance of what he calls "our fifty one pound fur covered muscle of canine idiocy." (Robbie, you should get yerself an lj account, I sweartogod.)
{For earlier shots of the baby, see this entry from September.}
