Here's some of his cuter moments.
I can't call him anything but Mr. Risky Business when he's like this.
Here he's playing guitar with his friends Blake and Josie. He's been finding his inner musician. He was padding around the house this evening singing, "Jinga Beyo Wock, Jinga Beyo Wock, Jinga Alla Way!" The Jingle Bell Rock I have one of those stuffed singing animals that my dad gave him to thank. He keeps playing over and over. Big brother learned the words to Jingle Bells this season, so they both try singing along. But Sam has been mixing and matching.
He continues to have the most magnificent laugh. Sometimes it comes out like a machine gun, but it's infectious. When Chris and Sam laugh at the same time, it's better than any stereo sound. We got to play with Aunt Amy last week, and she was poking all the ticklish spots, like his buddah belly, or the armpits, or even just the wrists. He's so soft and tickly all at the same time. And he'll come up to me, out of the blue, "Mommy, I wuv you." Tonight at dinner, we were laughing at something, I don't even recall, but he looks at me, cocks his head slightly, Mommy I wuv you. Then turns his head the other way as he glances at Daddy, "Daddy, I wuv you." Not even an I wuv you too, no just simple, I love you. Oh baby, I love you too! Blessedly, he's soft and still young enough to not mind cuddling with Mommy at all. He wasn't feeling well last night, he had the pukies. And he didn't understand that he couldn't eat or drink any more if he was puking. But he was content to snuggle in my arms. That should be my clue, if snuggles do not result in tickle fights, Sam is sick.
Last week, we also went to the Children's Museum to see Santa. This was as close as we got. Sam would have nothing to do with Santa. He was sweetness and patience while we waited, but when the time came, he started flopping on the floor. This was the best shot I could get. He didn't want to be on the stool, nor next to Santa. Don't even ask about sitting on his lap. Oh well, maybe next year.
He'll do things on his own terms. This last one was yesterday, he chose to climb on Uncle Karl's leg and be walked around the room. I used to love to do this with my uncles when I was young. Probably to the point I annoyed them, but they were patient with me back then. Guess that's where Sam gets it. He's a snuggle bug, like me. His latest blurb is when we drop something, like this evening it was his jammies fell off the dresser, "OH NO! JAMMIES DOWN!" or when a sock fell out of the laundry basket, "OH NO! SOCK DOWN!" He sounds just like me. With his great love of chocolate, and snuggles, yes, he might be mine. :)
