Sam Meets More of the Tribe

We took Sam to Utah for Easter Sunday, where he met  dozens of Florences: grandparents, great-grandparents, uncles, and aunts.  Oh, and cousins.  Lots and lots of cousins!

Four generations of Florence boys: From left, Giles Jr. (Papa), Giles Sr. (Grandpa), Paul, and Sam.

Abby and Sam.  I love this picture.  I used to baby-sit Abby when she was this age, and now she's holding little Sam.  

Did I mention cousins?  They couldn't wait to hold him (except Henry, who can be seen in the background, sneaking Easter candy). 

Check out Peter's strong move above, and the look in Abby's eye as she sees what he's up to.

Undaunted by Abby's rejection, Peter plots his next move. 

Mellow Baby

Sam is now eight weeks old, and Kim and I are just emerging from the fog of being the parents of a newborn.

Sam takes a bath almost every night, because when he does, he sleeps nearly twice as long.  Bath time is the highlight of our day.  Tonight Sam was even more mellow than usual.  

PS--Special thanks to guest blogger Andrew, who got on the blog and posted as Samuel because Sam's parents were too out of it to post an update.  Who thinks Andrew should be permanent webmaster of the Hotbed of Genius?