I cut my hair today so Sam can't pull on it and I can see without having to use hairbands that were incredibly ugly. Can't say the haircut is high style, but it gets it off my face. She cut off probably 6 inches in places.

Looking at Sam's face at dawn, I swear she is more aware than yesterday. I joke that she has added a new thought to her brain repertoire. Really, there is more awareness in her gaze this morning, a brightness that is exciting, wonderful to see. Makes me tremble in me boots to wonder what the 'terrible twos' will be like. I imagine she will be a fun challenge.

Sam was awake a lot of the day again. I managed to get some things done that took some brain power because Carolyn sat with Sam this morning so I could sleep for a couple of hours. Those two hours made all the difference for me being able to put to ideas together to come up with a plan.

Sam looks beautiful in the afghan. The pink makes her skin look dark and her cheeks pinker. It was a cold day too, so she really loved the extra warmth. She is a food and warmth hound, like all babies.

Carolyn offered to take Sam for a night. I am trying to imagine being with out her for that long, and I can't. It is a sweet and generous offer, and I may take her up on it, but I have to think about it for a minute.