We Have This Game

I'm starting to wonder if Sam's going to be a bit of a daredevil. Every morning, after breakfast, he and I play this game: Sam gets on the couch, crawls to the center, lays down, rolls off the couch, I catch him and hilarious squealing and cackling ensues. We do this over and over and over.

And half the time I forget what he's up to when he starts crawling up on the couch - I'll help him up thinking he just wants to play with the pillow that has the button on it, and then before I know it, he's rolling at me, eyes wide, mouth open, ready for some sort of pint-sized adreneline-rush. Daddy snapped these pictures of our wild-man the other morning. Oh little Sam, what do you have in store for us?