Small Rememberings

As of about a month ago, Samson started counting to 12 on his own, but only when we aren't asking him to.

The other day I sang, "M, N, O, P, Q", and he finished with, "R, S, T". I was shocked!

He is talking like a mad man, and surprises us everyday with something new. Yesterday it was, "Hey! Guess what!?"

He is still the craziest kid I ever did meet, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Samson currently has hand, foot and mouth disease, and is just covered in blisters. We first noticed them the morning of July 4th on his groin and thigh area, and they spread so quickly that by the 5th they were everywhere. I assumed since they weren't just on his hands, feet and mouth that it was something else, maybe heat rash, but the doctor confirmed it to be H, F and M. It's been outrageous this year, and presents itself all over the body. Poor kid.

We've been through the Cars and Toy Story phase, touched on Hercules and Tarzan, and are now dwelling on Madagascar, or "Alex" as Sam refers to it at times. Favorite shows are Dinosaur Train, Chuggington, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, and Phineas and Ferb.

We are totally buddies, and both have an obsession for each other. It's strange to actually be carrying on conversations with this little child of mine, is he already old enough for that???

He is the wildest little man in the pool, never seen anything like it! Without warning one night, he yelled to Tadd that he was going off the diving board, and just ran over and did it! It's tricks along those lines all the time. NO FEAR.

He has a screech of joy higher than any girl I've ever heard.

Since dumping the binki a few days after his birthday, (which, for the record, I miss much more than him. A little essence of babiness...gone) Sam's attachment to his blanket has grown immensely, adding to it, his sleepsack. He carries that around almost just as much as his blanket.

Very drawn to babies, and just wants to smother them!

Nursery is a work in progress, but the idea of church definitely appeals to him. When it comes to nursery, he can't decide whether to cry because I leave him there, or to cry because he has to leave the Play-Doh behind when I pick him up.

Our favorite thing he does lately is after we close a prayer he yells, "Amen Jesus!" Born again Christian...that's how we do things 'round here!

Closing his eyes to pray...oh the effort it takes...

To Remember...

Sam is learning his colors, his favorite so far being blue, or "boo cuh-yur" as he calls it. Sometimes he points out "geen".

"Ok" is a big agreement term around our house. And when his answer is "no", it's become "No-K".

Sam is very, VERY attached to me right now (something I doubt I'll ever forget), and although it is mostly frustrating, stressful and a titch annoying, my heart just melts when he reaches up to me (wailing or not), and says "I want hold you". I never want to forget those big brown eyes, his arms reaching toward me, and little feet on tip toes.

Samson can also be very intense. He's been doing this teeth-clenching, cheek-shaking, grab-my-face, show-of-love (???) thing. Where does this kid come from!

To Remember

With life going by so quickly, I can barely remember what day it is. I fear the little things that happen in our day to day life will be forgotten, so I am making an effort to journalize them.

A few mornings ago we were awoken by Samson's morning squeals and crib conversations as always so I walked into his room to get him up. He was still laying down with his beloved binki in his mouth, clutching his zebra in one arm, and Bee in the other. He looked up at me, smiled and said, "Happy". I about died.

Unfortunately, I couldn't catch this one on camera although I desperately wanted to! Sam was in his porch swing one sunny afternoon, with Tadd and I inside on the couch (with the door open, and blinds up of course). His swing has a lap harness and a tray that clicks into place. With the monkey of a child that I have, I always use both restraints...luckily. We suddenly heard Sam panicking on the porch calling for me, so I looked out the window to find he'd unclipped the tray, and pushed it away, then somehow flipped his swing forward so he was facing the ground, tightly secured by his lap harness, but absolutely freaked out. I couldn't help but laugh hysterically the whole time I was rescuing him.

More remembrances to come...