Month Thirty-Five

Dear Sammy Beans,

I was originally going to fore go writing to you this month, as you will be turning the big THREE next month, but there have just been a lot of things going on that are blog post worthy. And, let us not forget the photo that is the most epic photo in all the land, may I introduce to you 1980s Love Connection Contestant Sam:

Hi. Hey there. How are YOU doin?

I know. Let's all pause for a second to stop laughing. Every time I look at this picture I laugh hysterically. You are only two, yet you are so working the camera. I love everything about it.

Lately, you have really started coming into your own personality. I think a lot of has to do with the fact that you are expressing yourself so much more through talking (and less through head banging). In fact, you have calmed down SO MUCH. You are still a bit fearless and like to jump off of things, but you do listen to us, and you are a very good listener at school and the dentist. (True story: They couldn't believe how well you sat still and let them clean your teeth without a peep. And I said, "My kid? That one right there?!")

Your interests have started differing from Abe's, and now you are obsessed with Star Wars. So much so that you sleep with a large book documenting all of the Star Wars characters and bring it to school with you. I am hoping that this will be good motivation to get you to read, because you ask me what everything says.

You have also taken a big interest in Jesus and the Bible. Although, for some reason the children's Bible that we have is a bit scary. I am not even sure where it came from, but you always pull it out for story time, and every time you flip to the picture of Jesus you say, "Ohhhh, he is scary!" And, I try to explain to you that he is not scary and he loves you! So now, you say, "He wuvs me."  Although you say it in such a way that you are trying to convince yourself, because deep down you think he is some creepy long-haired mustached man with a human heart on the outside of his robes. I mean, dude, I know. Let's find another children's Bible that was made after the year 1970 when it was still okay to read stories to kid about murdering your brother and being sentenced to a life of shame and misery.

Your personality could not be more different than Abe's. Abe is very intense and emotional. But, you are the Honey Badger. Because the Honey Badger don't care, the Honey Badger don't give a shit. Your Daddy and I have started calling you that. (We are such good parents.)



When Abe is having an emotional meltdown because one of his socks is wet, you are pretty much looking at him and thinking, "Dude, what is your DEAL?" Not much phases you, and you roll with whatever is going on. My favorite thing about this is that you are ALWAYS up to go grocery shopping with me. We rock the socks off of Kroger.

A bad thing about the Honey Badger is that the Honey Badger don't care about peeing in the potty. You don't give a shit. I have tried EVERYTHING. I have tried bribing with everything possible. When I ask you what you want, you say, "Nuffing." Nuffing. You want nuffing. I can get you nuffing. So, the Honey Badger is going to have a kamikaze boot camp potty training next week when Daddy is on spring break. That should be a grand ole time.

Can you see the smile on that kid's face?

I know I constantly repeat myself when I say this, but I love you more and more every day. You bring me joy in so many unexpected ways. Currently my favorite is when you shout, "Funky Buttloving!" out to unassuming people at restaurants. Thank you, "Rookie of the Year." Thank you. And thank you Sam for being one of the funniest people I know.

Love,
Mama