Sam’s Story: Week 115

I’ve mentioned before about Sam’s possessiveness, and it’s a trait that seems intent on persisting. The other night Geralyn was baking a cake for her “Mom’s Night Out” club, a delicious cake that Sam and I had been forbidden from even thinking about touching. This didn’t prevent Sam from sitting in the living room and repeatedly commenting that “Mommy is making a cake for Sammy.” When the oven timer went off, Sam gave a little squeak of joy and shouted “Ooh, my cake is done!” There was much pouting when we weren’t given any. Sam was upset, too.

We’re trying to kind of go with the flow in regards to this whole independence thing, though. We’re leaving the safety gates open and giving the kid free range of the house, but watching her come down the stairs by herself still turns me into a cringing, twitchy ball of apprehension. We’ve also started giving her time alone in the bath. Before we would practically straddle the ledges of the tub and squat over her, arms curled into protective claws and held ready to snatch her out of the deadly suds if she so much as looked like she was going to tip over. Now we still stay nearby, but check in on her every minute or two while keeping a sharp ear out for thumps, splashes, or gurgles.

Here, I got a lot of pictures this week:


On Saturday we spent the day with The Northcutts in Carlsbad, California. We made a quick stop in The Flower Fields where we took a picture or two, but I’ve got enough pics from that to do a whole separate post for the photo section. The balance of the day was spent at a nearby beach, which gave us a bunch of great photo ops, too.

Sam had been to the beach once or twice before, but this is pretty much the first time we took her down to the water. She was kind of delighted at first, then apprehensive, then completely untrusting of the giant body of water that is the Pacific Ocean. I think the latter might have happened because one particularly strong wave rushed up around her ankles right as she fell down, soaking her entire left side.

Finally, you may notice the decapitated and scalped rabbit head with green grass brains which was the horrific centerpiece of Sam’s Easter egg hunt. Ger put this monstrosity in the laundry closet to get it out of the way while we cleaned house, and I just about had a heart attack when I opened the closet door to find it sitting on the shelf at eye level and staring out at me with its maniac gaze. Still gives me the shivers.

In closing for this week, I’ll mention that Sam has hit yet another momentous milestone: she has learned to sing a song. Now, I know about that special brand of insanity that prompts parents to strut and crow about vicarious achievements that the rest of the world sees as banal at best and would-you-just-shut-up-please at worst. It’s just that when Sam stands there and sings the entire “I’m a Little Tea Pot” song —complete with hand gestures, I tell you— I can’t keep myself from bursting into moronic laughter of pride and glee. She just has that kind of effect on me.

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  1. I’m so insanely jealous that you get your pictures up so quickly. I’m just now getting to March pictures!

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