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Sam's Story: Week 96 November 28, 2005
The big event this week was, of course, Sam's second Thanksgiving. Ger's parents were here to help celebrate and make a huge meal with all the standard accessories. This year Sam ate the same things as we, though she was the only one who had a plate sporting a picture of a pudgy bear with a severe hunny addiction. And of course, after the meal there was pie. Chocolate, in this case.
Also noteworthy is an early Christmas gift from Grandma and Grandpa in the form of a tricycle, which Sam loves despite not yet getting the whole concept of self propulsion through pedals. Sure, it's got a girly purple and white color scheme, but we bought a little black and silver Harley Davidson bell for the handlebar and she's been practicing her "Don't mess with me, I'm in a biker gang" scowl. Picking the thing out at the store was also interesting, in that it involved a trip to Toys R Us where four adults unshelved every tricylce in the place, formed a toddler-sized traffic traffic jam by placing them in the middle of the aisle, then repeatedly yelled "No, try this one, Samantha! Sit on it! SIT ON IT!" to a bewildered and slightly freaked out two-year old. But she loves it.
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Sam also gave us a bit of a scare earlier in the week. Ger and her mom were cleaning up after dinner, I was sitting on the couch, and Ger's dad was out on the patio while Sam sat in her high chair finishing her own meal. Suddenly I heard Grandpa shouting from the other side of the screen door and I looked over at Sam just in time to see her bounce off the carpeted floor after falling from the high chair we had apparently forgotten to strap her into. She had landed flat on her back, fortunately, and was fine outside of an intense "WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?" moment that had her in tears for a bit. Also, she can do long division now, so it kind of worked out okay. One thing is for sure, though: we're now much more fastidious about strapping her into the high chair. If I had my way I'd secure her in there with a roll of duct tape and staple her clothes to the chair from now on.
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