Month Twenty-two and Twenty-three

Dear Sam,
What up homie. There is just really too much to talk about here. Your brain is developing too fast than this blog can handle, and certainly way too fast for my sluggish brain and lazy bones to accommodate. However, I will do my best to give this time of your life some justice, because I really do enjoy you right now. Except when you are kicking things or banging your head on the ground. I do not enjoy that.

You are talking up a storm, and I forgot how cute a tiny bubble voice sounds when it says the word “noodle” or “yesssh.” You have just started saying Abe (or Ape) and now you talk about him all the time. As soon as you wake up you say, “Abe seepin’?” And then when I say, “Do you want to wake him up?” You answer, “KAY!”




You are loving the words “yesh”, “no” and “okay” and the power behind them. For awhile everything we asked you, you would answer “no.” But lately, you have been saying “yesh” to a lot of stuff. You know your colors and how to count to three (I know it doesn’t seem as impressive when your brother can count to forty-eleven, but you are only 2).

You hate when your hands are messy or when you have spilled some food on your shirt, yet you refuse to wear a bib. Your eating is still sporadic, and at times has been known to freak out people by how little you eat (Grandma). I am not sure what to make of it, but you are definitely growing and moving like a normal kid. In fact, you have become freakishly tall and tower over the kids in your class (who are already two). I am very impressed at biology and the fact that your body can grow so much only subsiding mostly on pints of blueberries, peanut butter waffles, milk, juice, and pasta. Oh, wait, and handfuls of ketchup. Can’t forget about that. I take some comfort knowing that you have at least ingested some vegetables in the last three months, while definitely not on any sort of routine basis. I think we all know that I will be laughing about this in about 10 years when you and your brother are eating us out of house and home.




You are still quite the sports enthusiast and every single time we go to play outside, you head straight for the wiffle ball bat, tee, and balls. Now, you carry them over by yourself and set them up in the yard. Then, you proceed to knock the balls across the front yard. Your Daddy and I could not believe how well you were hitting the balls! Also, I think you are a lefty. Just like me (don’t you all snicker at my longstanding baseball career). I also think Rob was a lefty too. Anyways, like I have said before, if we do not capitalize on this talent/interest, we as parents have failed you. Also, like a true baseball player, when you were not making contact with the ball you starting kicking the tee and throwing a little fit. I found it all to be enjoyable.

While you are a jock, you also love to keep it real in the “Home Living” section at school. You love the plastic foods (your favorite are the ice cream cones) and you are interested in cooking them all in the tiny, plastic kitchen. You love the Wiggles just like Abe did (does), and you dance to all of their songs. A new, weird development is that you hate when I am in the room and want to dance to Wiggles with you. Only Abe can be with you. You know, sometimes I like to dance to the Wiggles. I mean, I know ALL of the words. But, I can respect your privacy.




You have a great, infectious laugh. You laugh easily and often. It is one of my favorite things about you. You just seem to be up for anything and enjoy anything that is going on. On the other hand, you have a pretty short temper. But, you are not one to let something linger on. Just one head butt to the floor, a good scream, and you are onto the next thing. (Don’t worry, he doesn’t head butt all the time. I just know that Baba is freaking out.)




The other day I took you to the grocery store with me. It was a particularly beautiful day and I rolled down the windows. I am usually pretty cautious about rolling the windows down, because Abe is so sensitive to the wind, and always complains about it. So, before I rolled yours, I checked to see if it was okay. “Sam, do you want some wind?” You looked at me, kicked your feet a little bit and said, “YESH!” The wind blew through your cute little hair and you were loving every second. For some reason that moment just sort of made me realize what kind of person you are and will always be.

Love,
Mama