Some Christmas Morning Sams

Sam was cracking us up on Christmas morning, endlessly entertaining.

He wanted to enjoy all the same toys big brother did, even though it took him a little bit longer. First he wanted to work the trampoline.



He loved the guitar big brother picked out for him. First he was playing it before we even got it out of the box, then he started just rockin' out!



Rock on Sam, Rock On!

Tubtime

A little evening tale about Sam:
After having a wonderful bathtime (see above) playing with his graduated cylinder and beaker, all of a sudden he flipped out. Eric got him out of the tub, and wrapped him up like a burrito in a towel. That was hard to do because he was flopping his head back and screaming his head off. I was in my rocker, and said, bring him to me, and he did. And as soon as I held him, he calmed down. And he put his head on my shoulder and it was good.

I held him there for a minute, thinking it just doesn't get much better than this, holding a sweet-smelling warm soft little boy with teeny little biscuit bottoms. I don't get to cuddle him very often when his bottom isn't diapered. And he was so soft, his feet were pruny he'd been in the tub so long. And it was Good.

And he sits up, moves around, bumping noses with me and being sweeter! And it was Good.

He and the towel shift and he finds himself sitting up in my lap. He looks down, and moves the towel more open, points to himself, and yells, "Isa PeePee!" And he giggles madly like it was a surprise. Points again, yelling "Sa Peepee!" Like I hadn't noticed. Beautiful moment crashed by Pure Boy.

Trouble with Toddlers

362/365

We borrowed Sam's friend Riley for a few hours today. Boys are exhausting. And Sneaky. I would barely turn my back for a second, and they were pulling Christmas cards off the door.



The most awesome thing was when I was setting up another DVD for Chris. I turned my back, and the kids were playing happily with magnets on the kitchen floor. I turned back, and Riley and Sam were on top of the kitchen table, and Riley was dripping in chocolate, down his face, clothes, fists. I grabbed him face out, kicking and screaming to the changing table, tried to clean him and had to throw him in the tub. Sam was on the table, but not chocolate covered.

Kids can get into trouble. Fast.

I don't remember Chris getting into this much trouble.

Nigh Nigh

Sam's latest game has been to play 'Nigh Nigh' or Night Night. He'll pull pillows and blankets off couches or beds, and lay on the floor, and pretend to sleep. Sometimes he does it when he's tired, sometimes he's just playing. Wish he slept as well at night. He hasn't been. But awake or asleep, he's adorable.

Yesterday he pulled a dog towel out of the closet. (see above).

Eric wondered if Dog Towels would be considered modern day swaddling cloth. If Baby Jesus was born in a manger today, he probably would be wrapped in a dog towel. My Baby is beautiful in a dog towel. I bet Jesus was too!

Chomps

After not getting a quality nap today, Sam was in rare form this evening. Let's just go with the phrase, 'screaming and gnashing of teeth'. During his major meltdown before we left Willman Extended Family Christmas, he flopped his head back in extreme tantrum, and gave me a great view of his mouth.

Yup! You guessed it, we have Canines #15 and #16!

Looks like his lower right popped up 2 or 3 days ago, I remember thinking on Tuesday that I saw a capsule on the side, so it must've broken through shortly thereafter. And the lower left canine must've popped through today because it looked mighty fresh.
Maybe Baby will sleep well tonight!

Working the System

Can you get tired of hearing "Iyuhyou"? Maybe not, but I'm getting there. Sam's new trick, beside sneaking onto my computer, is to ask me for something, say like a cookie, and when I say No. When he doesn't get his way, he cries for a second (before this new trick it was longer)then he puts his head on me, my lap or my shoulder, and says "I yuhyou." I love you.

Uh huh. I love you too, and you're still not getting a cookie.

Just call him Fang

Sam was making faces at me on the changing table. We had a doctor's appointment after school for big brother and somehow Sam managed to stay awake on the way home, in fact he got a Wild Hair.
He was laughing hysterically, letting me tap his belly, give him raspberries and kisses. I looked into his mouth, and Voila! He has his upper left canine. It's broken through, it's just a tiny tip, but broken through at last, to join the slightly larger right canine, he's got some nice fangs going. Super Cute!

On the Upswing

I'm so glad Sam is feeling better. I spent the latter half of last week waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for Sam's fever to creep back in. But the last fever he had was Wednesday afternoon, Thank the Lord. I guess it took a few days for the antibiotic to kick in. It was hard juggling the time for the antibiotic and his prevacid, which had to be taken 2 hours apart, but we usually do both in the evening. There was some bumpiness going on there.
But this weekend, we had our Sam back. Friday he was fever-free long enough to come out and play. We all went up to the Julius's, where he went bonkers playing with the girls,and obviously felt well enough to start climbing the furniture again.



I was just glad he wasn't crawling down my shirt chanting, "MommyMommyMommyMommy" anymore. It's so frustrating, when he's uncomfortable, and he wants me, and I'm already Right there. I know I said, 'I'm right here, I can't get any closer.' multiple times.
I'm so relieved he's feeling better. He was even feeling well enough to go on a slumber party and Grandma's house. She kept both boys overnight and most of the next day, and Sam did great. I was worried he'd be mad at us, like last time, but he wasn't. In fact, he wanted to go home with GagaP, he called to them across the parking lot after Daddy's birthday movie. I might feel bad, but we've had Plenty of Closeness the last couple weeks, that being able to step away and let the boys have slumber parties at Grandma's, it's ok.
Really, I'm blessed he's finally feeling better. God Bless Grandma!