Dear Mr. Lovie

Dear Mr. Lovie,

My dad got me really excited about watching the Bears this year. He took me to training camp and said your team was extra good last year. I didn't really remember cause I was pretty young. Anyway, watching the Bears hasn't been much fun at all. He gets upset and I don't think you've really addressed the problems in run defense, offensive line play or quarterback consistency. Even a ten month old can see things aren't going well. Anyway, I'd really appreciate if you could fix it during your week off. Because I don't like seeing my daddy get so unhappy for 3 hours a week. Maybe you should call that Jim Tressel guy...that Ohio State team seems to know what they're doing.

Thanks.
Sam "Cooksey" Johnson

ps - Your commercials for Comcast are kinda dumb.

Crawlin' Down a Dream

Don't believe that Sam's crawling? Well, here's video evidence.

Grand Prize Announcement

Sam Cooksey Johnson has shocked the world, his parents and himself yet again. At his nine month appointment Sam weighed in at just over 24 pounds and just over 32 inches long. Despite all appearances, Sam should now be described as "tall" rather than "chunky," a point he has emphasized with all his peers. While Sam remains in the 90th percentile for weight, he is simply off the charts for length; what can we say, he takes after his very tall mother. At any rate, the boy remains big. More importantly, the boy remains happy.

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Legends of fall, fall 2007 that is

It's been a busy season in Chicago: Bears, Cubs, and crawling...oh my. Check out some pics from this fall, via slideshow or over at our web album.

Peace,
Cliff, Amber and Sam

So much can change in 10 days ...

Friends ... I am here to tell you I am a new man. (Or, at least a more fully developed baby.) Less than 10 days ago, I was a one-toothed non-verbal urchin who had barely mastered rolling over. Now, I am proud to proclaim, I'm a four-toothed crawler who can pull himself up on the couch, and who knows how to get what he wants by saying "Dada" while looking at that tall guy who hangs around the house. (In case you were wondering, saying "Mama" while looking at that brown haired chick is also pretty effective for getting myself picked up and cuddled.)

Sure, I've got a few wounds from developing these new skills. I ate a leaf (which went in much easier than it came out, if you know what I mean). And twice I've slammed my fingers in drawers I crawled to when Mom wasn't looking. Plus so far, those teeth really aren't worth the pain. But despite all this, I'd say it's been a pretty good few weeks. (As long as I don't think about the Bears.)

My nine month check-up is next week, so I'm putting a survey question on this blog. Everyone with the right answer wins ... continued free access to this blog. (I'm sure you'll agree that's a real value, considering the blog features so many cute photos of me.) Enough for now ... I've got mischief to crawl toward.

- Sam