Month Fifteen

Dear Sam,

It has been a busy month. You have been to a lot of new places, and eaten a lot of new things (dog poop, anyone!?) You are talking more and more, and turning into a big boy a little too fast for me.



I am not going to go through the list of words that you can say, but I will tell you the words that crack me up. “Grover” is one of them. It was so random and surprising, that I almost didn’t catch it. You also like to say “Done” a lot – but, it is the manner in which you say it after you are done eating that is unique only to you (I am sure). When you are done eating you act as though your body is on fire and if we do not get you out of the chair one second after “done” has been uttered from your lips you start the screaming, head banging, and food throwing. I have no idea why this is. So, when you first say “done” it is more like, “Done! Done! Done! Done!” In a panicky-like way.

This month we went to the Outer Banks. Your first vacation, and the first time in the car for more than six hours. I was so nervous about how you would be on the trip. Actually, I was so nervous about how you were going to affect your Daddy driving the vehicle that his family was in on the trip. But, you surprised me big time and made it through, with only minimal melt downs. And to be honest, I wanted to melt down after being in the car that long. There was one incident at a rest stop where I took away a wrapper on the ground that you had clenched in your fist, and you were so mad at me you knelt down on the ground and hit your head. Yes, you hit your head. On. The. Ground. Dude, WTF?

But, we made it safely to our first destination, and fully out of any schedule that was previously bestowed on you. Dinner at a restaurant at 8 p.m. (an hour past your bedtime) after our first day of driving (12 hours) was a treat, and I am pretty sure scared everyone at the potential of sharing a beach house with Baby Sam.



I think when we take you out of your element (house) and schedule (sleeping, eating, dog hitting) that you tend to sort of act crazy. I think once we missed your bedtime on the first night, you sort of took it as an invitation to stay up as late as possible on all of the other nights, and cry hysterically if we tried to lay you into bed. (This while your brother is peacefully watching his Wiggles on a DVD player in a bed next to you. Rolling his eyes, I am sure.)

The house we were in had about 2,359 steps, and lots of fun things like fireplaces and glass tables. You took full advantage of those, and lucky for me, I got some killer quads from carrying you up and down, up and down.

But, there were some pretty awesome moments when you decided that you LOVED the ocean and you wanted to be in it at all times. The water was up to your neck but you would keep coming back for more. You would take naps at the beach, and just curl up in my arms, wrapped in a towel. This made me very happy.

You woke up pretty early, and one morning we were up before the sunrise. At first I was really upset because, dude, Mama was tired, but then I thought. Hey! We are at the ocean! Let’s go make some photo magic. So, I took you along in your jammies. We were the only people on the beach. This made me very happy, too.



You keep me on my toes, and wear me out, but I love you so so much. I love how you carry around a ball and bat with you everywhere you go. I love how you laugh SO HARD when you find things funny. I love when you fall asleep in my arms and give me kisses.



You’re a good boy Samson David Drlich. And, I am happy to chase you wherever you go.

Love,
Mama