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Sam's Story: Week 16 May 16, 2004
People who play games online often adopt a nickname, much like professional wrestlers would if they were pasty nerds in need of more exercise. I myself chose "Thrrrpptt!" and one of the acceptable pronunciations is the raspberry sound. The kind of raspberry when you stick out your tongue, not the fruit.
Samantha's newest favorite thing in the world is to say my nickname, over and over again. It involves copious amounts of spittle. I cannot escape blame in this, as both Ger and I are guilty of teaching it to her and maniacally reinforcing her performance. We found early on that she responded to raspberries with a smile, so we just kept blowing them like a pair of puffy-cheeked idiots. Through the miracle of imitation Samantha has decided to join us. She does it pretty much constantly. We're hoping it's this easy when we teach her to use the toilet or balance her checkbook.
Besides the raspberries, Sam has turned into something of a chatterbox. At certain times of the day, she'll babble pretty much non-stop, letting loose with a litany of coos, grunts, squeals, laughs, moans, and other nonsense syllables. I swear that she's talking to us in some kind of primitive dialect, as she looks at us like we should be understanding what the hell she's talking about, and that she's being very patient with us by taking it slow and repeating herself. Then she blows raspberries for half an hour.
Speaking of Sam (and I almost always am), she's sitting here right next to me as I write this on my laptop from the bedroom. I have her in her bouncer seat next to me on the bed. I guess she's at an age in her development when pretty much any object will hold her attention if she can grab it and lift it. Right now, for example, she's having the time of her little life with a dish rag. Don't worry, it's clean.
The only other thing I have to report on this week is that it was the first time I went out of town and left Ger to take care of Sam by herself. It was also the first time I spent time away from Sam. Everyone did fine in their child care and poop manufacturing duties, but there was much missing of this person by that person. I don't plan on doing it any more than I have to.
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