Month 28ish

Dear Beans,

Yes, Beans is a name we call you. Not sure if that one will stick, but it sure is fun to say. Sammy Beans. Anyways, I have once again done a poor job chronicling the last few months. And a lot has happened. For starters, you have grown a foot over the summer. You are like a gargantuan child. 

Lately you have been singing a lot, which is pretty much the cutest thing ever. You will just bust out some lyrics, with some hand gestures for good measure at random times. You also really like to sing in bed -- either after you fall asleep or in the morning right after you wake up. Tonight, I started to hear your favorite song. It goes something like this:

"Hello! Hello! Muh muh heeeeeeerrrrrrreeee!"

Of course everyone knows that it is the song from "Gnomeo and Juliet," your favorite movie (or as you like to call it "Angel.") Okay, maybe everyone doesn't know that song, but everyone that was on vacation with us does, because that movie was on repeat and every time anyone was sitting in the vicinity of the movie, that part was on. It is sung by Elton John and Lady Gaga. Here is a little snippet for your listening pleasure.



You had a great time on vacation, taking the beach and the ocean by storm the first day. You had not ounce of fear and charged the waves, making me crazy every time I was with you.

The ocean is your bizzo.

However, there were some days when you had just had enough and asked to "take a rest" at the house. Although we all know that you weren't going to rest. You just wanted to play in the foot wash or run up and down the stairs or play in the girls' "loft area." You pretty much never wore pants (but, isn't that what vacation is all about?) and loved having all of the people in the house. Our beach backyard was perfect for you to run and run and run and kick and kick and kick.

In perpetual motion.

This week was your first week back in school, and to make things interesting we took you to a new school. You never know what is going to happen with you, especially because you are not subtle about expressing your feelings. I dropped Abe off, and carried you over to your room. You looked at me like, "Don't you dare put me down you devil woman. I will f-ing cut you." But, I had to put you down. You screamed. Very loudly. Then a teacher came over and picked you up, and I leaned in to give you a hug. You wrapped your arms so tightly around my neck, screaming, "MAMAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" When I called to check in on you, they said that you were telling them "no" for everything. That sort of made me laugh. You were thinking, "I am here, but you can't make me do anything." You are pretty stubborn like that.

But, don't worry, the next day you walked right into that room without even a cry, and when your teacher asked if you wanted to play, you said, "Yes," like "Duh, why wouldn't I?" Needless to say, you are loving it now and playing nice with the children (fingers crossed the throwing of things doesn't happen for a while).

You talk and talk and talk, commentating everything that is going on. "That baby is eating a cracker!" I forgot the way 2 year olds feel the need to say everything they see. When we ask you a question, your most popular answer is "I don't know," but you say it like, "I donno," with a great shrug of the shoulders and tilt of your head. I love the way you say, "Where are you?" Or, "Come on Mama!" I want to record these phrases in my mind forever.

You and your brother are playing together more and more (and fighting more and more) but I know that it is normal. I look at you two now and imagine what you'll be like in high school -- giant, eating machines, that will most likely track dirt into the house.

The other day we were all sitting in the family room and you just climbed on top of Abe's back and he toppled over. You both continued to roll around on the ground, giggling. It was like watching little puppies wrestle. I, of course, HATE when you guys do this, but your Daddy assures me it is normal. You are really such a boy.

Abe and Sam personified.

You are such a joy and a light. And a boy. I love being your Mama. Please don't freak me out anymore.
Love,

Mama