Sam is not impressed by weddings.
Checking out the lilacs with Papa.
Bagged out with Aunt Brenda at the reception.Monday, May 14, 2007
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Happy Mother's Day!
As far back as I can remember, I have known that my life's purpose is to be a mom. Every day I spend with Sam is an answered prayer!
Whether you've been a mom for 50 years or you're planning for your first child (hi Peanut!), take a moment today to reflect on the way your children have blessed your life.
And then feel free to spend the rest of the day hiding from them.
Whether you've been a mom for 50 years or you're planning for your first child (hi Peanut!), take a moment today to reflect on the way your children have blessed your life.
And then feel free to spend the rest of the day hiding from them.
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Mr. Sandman
Last week, we got a turtle sandbox from some people who were just going to throw it away. I am always amazed by what some people consider trash! The sandbox is in perfect condition and we knew Sam would get a kick out of it.
Yesterday, Eric bought some play sand and we filled it up. Sam was apprehensive at first. He stayed out of it and tentatively touched the sand with his fingertips. Eventually he got in and he seemed very happy. He didn't quite get the shoveling thing but he liked picking up handfuls and watching it go through his fingers. Eric even introduced Sam to his first worm.
Pictures are below.
Yesterday, Eric bought some play sand and we filled it up. Sam was apprehensive at first. He stayed out of it and tentatively touched the sand with his fingertips. Eventually he got in and he seemed very happy. He didn't quite get the shoveling thing but he liked picking up handfuls and watching it go through his fingers. Eric even introduced Sam to his first worm.
Pictures are below.
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Sam's Big Weekend
I admit that Tuesday is a bit late to still be thinking about a weekend, but Sam and I are still recovering. We were busy, busy!
Friday morning, Sam and I got to go see where Grandpa Mark works. That's right - we were allowed into IBM! We met Grandpa Mark's co-workers and Sam even got to throw a ball into a business meeting. He loved the long hallways and all of the toys! Then Grandpa Mark, Grandma Tina, Sam, and I went to eat at BB's, where Auntie Jackie works. He couldn't take his eyes off Jackie - he loved watching her work.
That evening, I went out with Jackie and Mike and Sam stayed home with his cousins, Miranda and James. He had such a good time! I kept marvelling at how happy he was to be staying at their house. Miranda (at age 13) is better with a one-year-old than I am!
On Saturday, we all went to watch James play soccer. Sam snoozed through that and was thrilled when we woke him up for another lunch at BB's. After an afternoon of shopping, he again spent the night being spoiled by Jackie, Mike, Miranda, and James. Miranda and James chased him around the yard and helped him bounce on their big trampoline.
What fun!
Friday morning, Sam and I got to go see where Grandpa Mark works. That's right - we were allowed into IBM! We met Grandpa Mark's co-workers and Sam even got to throw a ball into a business meeting. He loved the long hallways and all of the toys! Then Grandpa Mark, Grandma Tina, Sam, and I went to eat at BB's, where Auntie Jackie works. He couldn't take his eyes off Jackie - he loved watching her work.
That evening, I went out with Jackie and Mike and Sam stayed home with his cousins, Miranda and James. He had such a good time! I kept marvelling at how happy he was to be staying at their house. Miranda (at age 13) is better with a one-year-old than I am!
On Saturday, we all went to watch James play soccer. Sam snoozed through that and was thrilled when we woke him up for another lunch at BB's. After an afternoon of shopping, he again spent the night being spoiled by Jackie, Mike, Miranda, and James. Miranda and James chased him around the yard and helped him bounce on their big trampoline.
What fun!
Friday, May 4, 2007
In and Out
Sam has recently become obsessed with the idea of in and out. If I need ten minutes to myself, I just have to take the top off of one of our storage boxes and let him take everything out…then put it back in…and take it back out.
He isn’t even picky about putting things where they are supposed to go. He’s happy to put anything IN and take anything OUT. There are really no guidelines he chooses to follow.
For example:
Last week, he took his Cheerios OUT of his bowl and put them IN Eric’s right shoe.
He dumped our pens and pencils OUT of their holder and stashed them IN the paper shredder.
No matter how many times I put his clothes IN his dresser he is willing to take them back OUT again.
His MegaBlocks must be OUT of their container. If he is tired of them and I put them back IN, he must dump them OUT again.
This morning, I watched him take Kix OUT of his mouth in order to put them IN my pop can.
There is really no end to it all. Losing our car keys is now cause for genuine panic. It won’t be a matter of finding them in a coat pocket or in a drawer. They could be in the toilet. They could be in the piano. Or, as evidenced by the sippy cup I found in the laundry room today, they could be thrown down the laundry chute.
I think Sam is going to be spending a lot more time IN his playpen.
He isn’t even picky about putting things where they are supposed to go. He’s happy to put anything IN and take anything OUT. There are really no guidelines he chooses to follow.
For example:
Last week, he took his Cheerios OUT of his bowl and put them IN Eric’s right shoe.
He dumped our pens and pencils OUT of their holder and stashed them IN the paper shredder.
No matter how many times I put his clothes IN his dresser he is willing to take them back OUT again.
His MegaBlocks must be OUT of their container. If he is tired of them and I put them back IN, he must dump them OUT again.
This morning, I watched him take Kix OUT of his mouth in order to put them IN my pop can.
There is really no end to it all. Losing our car keys is now cause for genuine panic. It won’t be a matter of finding them in a coat pocket or in a drawer. They could be in the toilet. They could be in the piano. Or, as evidenced by the sippy cup I found in the laundry room today, they could be thrown down the laundry chute.
I think Sam is going to be spending a lot more time IN his playpen.
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Monday, April 30, 2007
Playtime with Papa
Last Friday, I packed up my kid and picked up Amy (and her kid) and we went down to Elgin. Eric's other sister, Shannan, is getting married and his stepmom, Susan, hosted a shower for her on Saturday. Amy and I got there Friday afternoon to help cook and set up.
As soon as we got to the house, Sam attached himself to Eric's dad, Wally. He *loves* being with his Papa! No matter what Wally does, Sam wants to be right there with him.
They spent a good part of Friday evening walking around the yard. Sam looked so proud to be helping Papa with the yard. Wally got out a football and said, "Hut hut!" Sam completely fell apart - he thought that was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. Every time Wally said it, Sam laughed a little harder, until he actually lost his balance and fell into the grass laughing.
During the shower on Saturday, Sam again got to spend some time in the yard with Wally. Sam found the dog's leashes and started winding himself up in them. He ended up pretty stuck, and that is how I found him.
Pictures are below.
As soon as we got to the house, Sam attached himself to Eric's dad, Wally. He *loves* being with his Papa! No matter what Wally does, Sam wants to be right there with him.
They spent a good part of Friday evening walking around the yard. Sam looked so proud to be helping Papa with the yard. Wally got out a football and said, "Hut hut!" Sam completely fell apart - he thought that was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. Every time Wally said it, Sam laughed a little harder, until he actually lost his balance and fell into the grass laughing.
During the shower on Saturday, Sam again got to spend some time in the yard with Wally. Sam found the dog's leashes and started winding himself up in them. He ended up pretty stuck, and that is how I found him.
Pictures are below.
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