Month Twenty-Nine-ish

Dear Sam,
Hi, how are you? Oh, me? Well, I am freaking EXHAUSTED from chasing you all over a swimming pool and surrounding areas for three hours. That was on Saturday. It is now Tuesday and I am still tired. I should have known better that, knowing that you like to move and shake, but for some reason Saturday put me over the edge.

You are a wild man.

We were at the U of I Alumni Swim Meet, and since I didn't swim I thought I could watch you and your brother. Well, I am an idiot. You went up the stairs, down the stairs, up the bleachers, down the bleachers. You wanted to touch the water, touch the diving board, touch the wall, touch the dog on the wall, have a drink from the drinking fountain. Then you wanted to take your shirt off and your pants off and get in the water with the other swimmers. When I did not let you do this, you proceeded to lay down on the wet pool deck and scream. I did not care. At this point, I was sweating. (Meanwhile, your brother is up in the stand coloring pictures with his girlfriend Rian. Being such the good little gentleman. But, he is five. I know.)

But, the good news is that I think you will love swimming one day.

Your love of singing continues, and now that Karli has introduced you to "Mary Poppins" you request to watch it all the time. You ask me to fast forward the "scary" parts which are either when they show gloomy London, or the "mean guy" who is the children's father. You have perfected your stripper dance routine to "Working for the Weekend" (Chris Farley/Patrick Swayze version). I have video taped you doing this, but I am still a bit hesitant to post it. I mean, you are only two and dancing like a Chippendale. Funny or creepy? I say funny, but I am not sure what my growing audience of 25 people may think.

You as a stone cold Captain America (Baca Baca).

Your potty training ventures are progressing, even though it is every so slowly. I have no authority to talk about them, because I have absolutely no idea what I am doing, and I am obviously not very good at this training thing. However, I can't say you are a star pupil. You have no interest of doing anything unless you WANT to. But, someone must have told you that your pee goes in the "tunnel" and now you want to make your pee go down the tunnel. And, today you wore your Yo Gabba Gabba undies over your diaper because you wanted to. I will take this as progress and keep encouraging you. Let's hope that you are trained by the time you are 12.

I pulled out all of the Halloween decorations last night and you got so excited. This is when I noticed how you pronounce, "witch."

"Mama, wook at that bitch!"

One of your teachers told us that you have a girlfriend in your class that you hold hands with and call a princess. I guess yesterday she was getting mad and saying that she was not a princess, because she was dressed up like a witch. So, maybe you really do know what the word means.

So proud to be on the horse by yourself.

Your energy level continues to amaze me (and the general public), but you have started to slow down and focus on quiet things like books, coloring, and musicals. You still try to play with your brother, and most of the time he lets you. You have such a charm about you, and I have to admit I am smitten My life just wouldn't be as fun without you.

Love,
Mama