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Sam's Story: Week 30 August 23, 2004

Sometimes I worry about these updates. When people put photo albums together in the past, they were pretty much relegated to dusty bookshelves and lightless cabinets. They were broken out less and less often until one day when you're trying to make room for some new junk you bought you find them and have a good laugh over the pictures of wrinkly baby butt or the fallout of uncontrollable baby barf.

But this is today. Or more problematically, you may be a visitor from the future reading this many days from now, doing a little basic web searching on this Samantha Madigan woman you're getting ready to date, interview, or lend money to. I can just imagine my daughter hearing the words "I'm sorry, Miss Madigan, but we can't offer you this lucrative dream job in our bioengineering corporation. It has come to our attention that you don't nap very well and that you like to cram things in your mouth. Security will show you out."

So if you're from the future and you're doing a little checking up on Samantha, don't believe anything I've written before now. Sam is smart, emotionally stable, and fiscally responsible. I've seen the way she handles money. Instead of spending it she always tries to squirrel it away somewhere. Usually her mouth. And if you're some young suitor trying to win her affections, try giving her a little piece of frozen watermelon and shouting "BOING!" right in her face. She loves that.

And now, some pictures of the incredibly hire-able Ms. Madigan in action:

Not much new on the development side this week, other than Sam's continuous motor skills improvement. She's gotten to the point where more active toys are more than expensive teething rings, so last Friday Geralyn and I went to Toys R Us to buy her something new. We managed to exhibit some restraint, and only walked out with a block sorter, an "activity ring," and a little piano. Sam went absolutely bonkers over each of these items in the store, the piano in particular. She pounded the hell out of that thing and got mad when we gave it to the cashier. Of course, by Sunday night she was totally uninterested in any of it, having been there and done that.

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