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Sam's Story: Week 94 November 14, 2005
Slower week this week without any incredible outings to theme parks or new toilets. So let's start off with the pictures:
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As you may notice, Sam has begun mastery of the fork, which is cause for some stress. Because, you see, once she learns to stab things, you've got to constantly watch your back. And her front. But at last count she still had two eyes, so I'd say she's doing well. Sam's hair has also grown to the point we can put it in pigtails, which looks cute but for some reason makes her look a whole lot older. Kind of sad, really. But cute. Like watching a cat try to do algebra.
The other big change this week is the introduction of real sheets and a blanket for Sam's bed. The long-term transition will end up looking something like this:
We tried the covers and blanket last night and were surprised to find out that Sam didn't kick them all off her, out of the bed, and across the street. It looks like she slept under them all night, but she did wake up at 6:30, about an hour earlier than usual, squawking and demanding to know what kind of chicanery was this.
Sam's language continues to sprint forward as well. The kid babbles like all the time now, just repeating nonsense syllables and chatting away with herself like a Charismatic Christian speaking in tongues at a revival. She's also repeating words back to us. Just know Geralyn poked her head in and asked what I was doing. I told her I was working on Sam's update, and from behind her all the way out in the hall, Sam pipes up with "Opday!" Those of you keeping track at home can add that one to her vocabulary, as well as "Ish!" (Ice), "Go!" (Go, Let's go), and "Poo" (toilet, don't ask).
With these strides towards maturity also comes pitfalls, sometimes literally. Ever since Ger was pregnant, more experienced parents would just kind of chuckle and say "Just wait until the terrible twos" and give us the kind of look usually reserved for the overambitious villain about to get some kind of poetic justice. In fact, Sam must be advanced for her age, as she has already started to exhibit a few behaviors one usually associates with those years. For example, if I'm leading her by the hand towards somewhere she doesn't want to go, Sam will go absolutely limp and flop to the floor, forcing me to either let go of her hand or risk snapping her forearm like a twig. She'll also shriek with tears if we take something away from her or scold her for doing something she wants to do, like juggle knives and jugs of bleach. Well, at least if she continues at this rate she'll be taking care of me in my old age by the time I'm 40.
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Posted by shawn on November 15, 2005 8:01 PM:
Wow she is really growing! We cannot wait to see her at Christmas. A funny story about limp toddlers, a friend was telling us that when his daughter went limp when he was holding her hand, her elbow popped out of it's joint. He was completely horrified and was sure his wife and child protective services would be after him. He took her to the ER and the nurse took one look at his daughter's arm and said "oh, nursemaid's elbow." She fixed it easily and showed him how to do it. Apparently it is a common side effect of "limp toddler syndrome."
Posted by Jamie on November 17, 2005 1:47 PM:
Ouch. Makes me think of that scene in Lethal Weapon where Mel Gibson's character slams his shoulder against a wall to pop it back into its socket.