Got a text message on my phone today, had to look around for that gadget that is inevitably out of reach. Ah, found it! Then Sam asked,
Could she be asking what I think she’s asking? “What do you mean, Sam?” Here’s what she said:
“You’re always putting that phone down somewhere, and then we find it somewhere else. It’s always just missing! Does it have legs to walk other places?”
Thanks, Sam- I needed a good laugh today.
Sam said this to Levi the other day. I’m not sure if she meant to say “You freak me out,” or “You crack me up.” Either way, I thought “You crack me out was amusing.
So her other new thing is to tell Levi she can’t share something with him because it has eggs in it- she’s totally lying, though. She just doesn’t want to share her treats.
So I’ve mentioned before my affinity for putting my oldest to work, but 8 months pregnant, I gotta tell ya- I don’t know what we’d do without her. Last Sunday, both of us feeling those Sunday lazies, we naturally turned to rock, paper, scissors to determine who would be getting off the couch to feed our hungry little guy when Sam declares, “I got it, guys! I’ll do it. No problem” Pretty soon, both our kids were sitting on the kitchen floor sharing a carton of blackberries.
As if that wasn’t cool enough, the other day I tried to grab a quick shower during Levi’s unreliable morning nap (I don’t know why I thought that would work- the boy has serious radar). Sam comes running in seconds after I step in telling me he’s crying. So I wash up as fast as I can, and get out, but as I’m drying off, I don’t hear my screaming baby. I wasn’t sure whether to run in without bothering with clothes, or to enjoy an unrushed moment getting dressed. Turns out, I could have given myself a pedicure. I found her in his crib, reading him a story. When I walked in, neither one of them wanted out, so I snapped a picture.
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I don’t think I ever put these pictures up. Sam went camping for the first time with her Dad in September.
She got a bike for her birthday. She’s going pretty strong now.
She loves to play in the rain. This picture is in the apartment.
Sam worked with Dad to build a train in the garage, then painted it.
I love my little chef. We have fun making cookies together.
I want to know who keeps all the secrets of parenthood. How come nobody tells you that you’ll have one who is smarter than you, or that yr 3 is way worse than anything they ever dished out during the “terrible 2s?”
Today I said to Samantha: I am losing my temper.
She calmy replied: Well, if your temper gets losed, maybe you could just put it back in.
That’s it. I quit. What else is there to do?
“Daddy, when you get just a little bit older, just a little more growing like me, then you can wear these shoes, okay? Then you can. ”
You learn something new every day. When Samantha covered my desk drawer in permanent marker this week, I was shocked to find out I could clean it up without ruining the wood.I will say, though, that it was comforting to learn I was not alone. In searching the internet for the solution to our problem, I skimmed down one after another search result explaining how a ”two yr old” had come into posession of the permanent marker. Google it yourself, and see what I mean. Anyway, here’s how we got it off:
1. Take toothpaste (not gel), and spread evenly over ink.
2. Wipe with warm rag.
3. See- clean wood!
Found this outside the apartment. I was with Sam, so I summoned the courage to capture the dangerous looking insect in our “bug jar” (please feel free to aplaud).
I was hoping to make up for this other thing I smashed to smitherines in front of her the other day- I don’t think she’ll ever look at me the same again, but I’m telling you- it was kill or be killed. Goodness, but that Texas heat can bring some unwelcome critters.
Whenever Sam says, “Hey!” I always tell her that isn’t my name. Today, I was playing with her on the floor, and I can’t remember what she was doing, but I said, “Hey there, girl! Slow down.”
She very seriously responded, “Do you know anyone named ‘hey’?”
I guess she’s got me there.
A while back, we picked up Horton Hatches the Egg; Sam fell in love. Saturday, while we were up late celebrating Fathers’ Day, we ate cake and read her bedtime story at the table, only to discover that she could tell us the story! Here’s Sam reciting it almost word for word for four pages! We were cracking up-
In case you’ve never read the story, or just can’t tell what she’s saying (What two year old speaks clearly enough to be understood by the general population?) , this is the part of the story where Horton sits on the nest through the winter, and then while his friends tease him, and run away. Still he declares, “I meant what I said, and I said what I meant. An elephant’s faithful one hundred percent!”
