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Sam's Story: Week 56 February 21, 2005
It's been a busy weekend. As I mentioned, Sam has been sick last week with some kind of stomach bug. It started with projectile vomiting, but quickly moved on to explosive bowel movements. At one point she somehow managed to get the stuff up between her shoulder blades and the nape of her neck. I'm still not sure how that happened. Ger caught the brunt of it over the week, but I had a long weekend off work and got plenty myself. The good news is that she's over it all now; I've never been so happy to see a diaper full of solid poop.
Funny thing is that especially towards the end, Sam never really seemed upset or cranky unless she had just yarked all over herself. And since Ger and I were shopping for a new sofa set, we decided to tempt fate and spend most of this weekend out shopping. Having Sam along was like having a cute little time bomb in the back seat with a wet, squishy payload --and when she went off, it was time to GO HOME NOW NOW NOW. Still, by Sunday she was better, though the whole thing had worn her out.
Sam's still a good sport about things like this in general, but I've noticed that she's realized that if she sees something she wants she can cry and we'll usually give it to her. And if we don't give it to her quickly enough, she keeps kicking it up a notch until we do. Case in point: with all of Sam's nifty new toys, her favorite thing to play with appears to be a bowl of fruit. She loves to just sit there and put the fruit in and out of the basket. Last night she spotted the basket during dinner, pointed at it, and started screaming because we didn't immediately fetch it. We finally had to put the whole thing in the cupboard.
I know her bag of communication tricks isn't very deep at this point, but it still feels manipulative and I worry about it developing into a habit that she'll use to get what she wants all the way into her 40s. Yet she's too young to really be given orders, much less be reasoned with. Weren't things supposed to get more and more simple as she gets older? I guess I'll just have to turn to denial and alternative medicine.
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Developmentally, Sam is still trucking along. She can stand up by herself --we've seen her do it several times. She just doesn't seem very interested in repeating the feat too often. Her first tooth is almost completely in and it now has a little neighbor moving in right next door. Unfortunately because these two teeth are all alone and they're coming in kind of crookedly, when Sam smiles she looks kind of like a little hillbilly baby. If you know where I can get a tiny little banjo and corncob pipe, let me know.
Lastly, thanks to everyone who sent Valentine's Day gifts to Sam. She got an outfit from Nana and Grandpa Madigan, cash from her other grandparents, and two outfits and a cool little handmade photo album from her Aunt Shawn. That kid ended up doing better than anyone I know, and she's too young to even date. I guess everybody loves Sam.
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Posted by Shawn on February 21, 2005 4:37 PM:
You guys are brave to put her on the kitchen table given the recent state of her gastrointestinal system. :)
Glad she is feeling better.
Posted by Jamie on February 22, 2005 11:11 AM:
Heh. Yeah, those pictures were taken on Sunday when she was feeling better. The real nail-biter was taking her into a crowded store when you knew she might blow at any second.