Month 20 and 21

Dear Sweet Sam,

Holy Moly, Geez Louise, kid. You are one old dude. When did the twenties creep up on me? (That’s what they call it in the cool toddler circles – The Twenties. It’s all the rage.)

As per usual, a lot has happened and time has flown by faster than I can timely record it. The second child stuff does go much faster … I can only imagine what it is like to have lots of kids. What do you think Mrs. Duggar does with her giant litter? She probably can barely remember names, let alone what words her kids are saying. See, Sam, you are very lucky that you are not the 18th child.

You are still a busy little guy, and cause for all of those that are in your presence to comment, “Wow! He sure is busy!” Which may be code for something else, I am not sure. For me it means, that I can never for one second relax when you are around because if I turn my head, you are on the couch and bouncing. In fact, I think you have tiny springs in your feet because you seem to bounce around a lot. You know, some people like to stand idly while they are doing various tasks, while you prefer to be in a jumping state. Which is cool. It’s just when you start jumping OFF of things, that it starts to get crazy.

For a prime example, below is a video of you at your school's Winter Program. You were included to participate because you were just moved up to the "Twos" room (a decision I am sure they are regretting) even though you aren't quite there. We had gotten to your school about 15 minutes before the show started which was our first mistake. You were SO EXCITED that you would not sit still.



That's Abe's voice sitting next to me trying to get you to sit down. That is also only a tiny snippet of your antics. Your father's blood pressure was about to go through the roof, so I thought it best to not video tape your while you were going crazy and try to remedy the situation.

This month I saw a different side to you. Your nurturing side. You love the babies. You like to push babies in strollers. You like to give babies bottles. You like to rock (or thrash) the baby to sleep in its tiny little cradle. Seeing all of this in action at your cousins house sort of blew me away. (and, I mean a baby doll, not a real baby.) My little meathead kid loves to take care of a baby. It was pretty sweet. You got Lotso (Huggin Bear) for Christmas, and you enjoy tucking him in with you at night. I mean, CAN YOU BE ANY MORE PRECIOUS!?

I think that this year at Christmas, I saw a first glimpse of you wanting to be independent of your brother. You knew what were YOUR presents and loved them so much, I think, mostly because they were your own. I didn’t realize that you would understand and appreciate getting your own stuff at such a young age, but you totally got it. And of course, it is something I will have to learn since I never had an older or younger sister to share with. But, I pick things up pretty quickly, so don’t worry.

The next video below is not really a good video by means of showcasing any of your tricks or your words or whatever. But, I really like it because it shows your sweet little face, your crazy hair (that deserves a whole blog post), and your voice.(Let's certainly forget about my voice, because I hate it.)



I wanna kiss your cheeks all day long.
Love,
Mama