Month 25ish

Dear Sam,

These "monthly" letters are certainly not on a schedule. But, I think you are cool with it. You are now, at least. We will see when you get older and you bring this up as one of the reasons you didn't get into Harvard.



Summer Haircut



Anyways, it is summertime now. That means you and Abe are home with Daddy and Ozzie and you get to play all day. This week is the first full week of that, and already you guys have drank milkshakes, gone swimming about four times, and worn nothing but mesh shorts. That is pretty cool. Your Daddy also gave you and your brother haircuts. You were so good for him. You didn't make a peep and sat patiently on the stool, even though hair was going everywhere. Your brother is not so good at this. But, that story is for another day.


You are very chatty, and love to talk all the time. You especially love repeating everything we say, and testing out new words. Your favorite phrase right now is, "Wook at me, Mama!" And, usually when I do, you are hanging off of something that is not meant for someone to hang off of.

Whenever you drop a toy (or anything really) you say, "Droppin' da toy! Droppin' da toy!" This reminds your father and I of a part of a movie called, "I Love You, Man" (aka, the movie that inspired me to buy your Daddy a Rush T-shirt for Christmas because I thought it would be hilarious. Verdict: Not so much.) Anyway, check out the video below to illustrate what we mean:




So, now, every time you say, "Droppin da toy!" Everyone in the family (even Abe) suddenly develops a Jamaican accent and repeats it continously, and then start into the "Slappin da bass!" You see, we are a HILARIOUS family in case you didn't know. (Reason #23 you didn't get into Harvard).


All you need is love. (and a fluffy dog)

 
You love being outside. I think you would stay out there all day if we let you. You have even just started opening up the back door and letting yourself out. In pajamas and no shoes or socks. Just venturing out the back like a senile old man. Maybe you think that because Ozzie can go out there unattended you can, too. When we play in the front, every single ball is emptied from its bin, every single ridable vehicle is ridden, and at least two jogs around the block have been made. You really enjoy taking off into  a run, and the sound of my flip flops hitting the sidewalk after you cracks you up. I am still faster than you now, but I am sure it won't be for long.



Bathtime, just seconds after a meltdown.

You are certainly your own person, and while I think you look up to Abe you are not exactly like him. You like to party, and be around the action. You say, "Tanx!" in the cutest way possible, and every time you are supposed to. You like to be snuggled, but in the morning, you need your space. You may like to smash things, but you love to "Watchy Tango" ("Tangled") and giggle like a mad man when you see the horsey. You aren't as sensitive as Abe, but man do you have a temper. You can be screaming one second about something, but then all will be forgotten the next minute.

 You are pretty adorable, Sammy Beans. Tanx for being a superb addition to our family. One day we will all slap da bass together.

Love,
Mama