1. He pouts. Maybe a little like me. He's just learning how though, I've been perfecting this for years. He's just getting ready for summer, and that lip is all mine. And just as with me, no one can take him seriously when he's angry.
2. He's a little bossy. This week he's been debating when I put him Time Out. He tells me I No Timp Ow. Yes you are. No I not. Not saying that I was bossy, but maybe just a little bit. He has a very big sense of right and wrong, and will get quite angry if I disrupt it...or at least what he thinks is right or wrong. He also gets very angry if you switch up your traditional seating arrangement. He yelled at Chris for sitting in my seat, and yelled at me for sitting in Chris's seat. I've seen him hit Fina just because she climbed up on the couch where he was sitting. She does that to all of us! Just wish I could making him understand that it's Mommy's job to yell at brother or hit the dog. But when he gets mad, I just wait. Sometimes I'll just hold out my hand, and wait, look in his eyes, and wait. And he'll be mad a minute. But he's learning, Mommy's still gonna be here when you're done being mad. And then he'll come over and give me a big hug. Just like me. I get mad, I can blow up good, and then once the blow up is over, I calm down and just want to be loved. That's my boy.
3. He has a stuffie. Yeah, he's gonna be one of 'those kids', one of those kids that has a specific stuffy. Sam got a Koala bear for his birthday from his Aunt Amy, a "Cocoabear" just like brother's (and just like the one I had when I was young) and he has taken so much of a liking to it, I never even got to take the webkinz tag off it. Three times this week, we missplaced his Cocoabear, which resulted in Mass Hysteria. And I ended up having to hunt for it for 10-20 minutes average each day. Now I'm getting smart, first thing in the morning, I toss it back in the crib. I just have to watch out for Sticky Fingers McChris, who can reach into the crib and pull it out from between the slats. Or hides it. The other day I tried giving him his Quatchi, about the same size, but he Flipped Out. And he would have none of that. He wanted his Cocoabear. That day Chris had hidden it in a corner under his bed. Chris is no longer aloud to play with Sam's Cocoabear I used to have a blanket, Yellee, she was yellow, that I slept with every night until I was 5, when I left her at our Virginia beach hotel room, and I didn't realize it until West Virginia, and it took me about 20 years to forgive him for not turning around. We may need to be getting a duplicate, or extra cocoabear.
4. He loves chocolate. In general, Sam eats a whole lot better than Chris. But he's still tiny. So I sit down for a bowl of ice cream with chocolate sauce on it, something I could always do around Chris, because Chris hates ice cream. Sam doesn't. He comes up to me and asks, "More kawkit" or "More teem". He loves him some chocolate, in cake, in ice cream, in candy bars. Nothing will hold him back from his happy carbs. Yeah, he's mine.
5. We have to just let him be angry. Sam is in full swing of the terrible 2 temper tantrums. And he's very good at them. He will get angry, swing his fists, and hit; people, dogs, floor, if anything is in the way watch out. If I try to stop him, watch out even more. Though I'm learning, if I just let him be angry, just ignore him as he flops on the floor, or just sit next to him as he cries so angrily when he just woke up.
6. He loves books. He calls them Toey (story) Pajama Time and Green eggs and Ham are his favorite. Last week Sam was reading Jammie time to himself. I was listening to him read Green Eggs and Ham today, calling the main character, "Siv I im". He calls himself Siv. We were playing the Name Game, and he kept saying, Less do Siv (let's do Sam) It's so adorable, I have to watch myself from calling him Siv all the time too.
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