Sammy Beans at Three and a Half

Dear Sam,

Sam, Sam, Sam. Where do I begin? Let's start with this:

Typical.

 

 This picture captures you very well. Your smile. Your bright, mismatched clothes. Your Spider-Man boots (which you can't see). And, the hat that Miss Bobby made for you. You called it your "Batman" hat, and refused to take it off all night long. You are joyful. Maybe one of the happiest kids I have ever seen (when you are happy, that is). This picture also reminds me of this:

Peter Pan and the Lost Boys

I feel that at any given moment you could fit in with Peter Pan and the Lost Boys. Just happily join them on a whim, and do all of the things Lost Boys do. (Not sure what that is exactly) But, it just feels right. You are the epitome of a joyful, mischevious, adorable, boy. 

Even in his naughtiness, he manages to be cute.

 But, sometimes you are not joyful. Sometimes you are angry. And usually that is because someone is telling you that you can't do something. Because, apparently in your head, you can do all of the things. I appreciate your passion and theatrics, just not when I am walking into Abe's school, and all of the parents are dropping off their children. 

But, you are helpful. In fact, you take pride in being a "helper" to your teacher's at school. You always want to go to the grocery store with me, and your favorite thing ever is to push the tiny cart at Trader Joe's. You second favorite thing is to entertain everyone in the store with your dancing, and coming in at third is clipping my heels with your cart. 

You have all of the sudden taken an interest in eating (a trend that I am sure will last your entire life). You try new foods at school and are so proud to tell us about it at home. Last week you tried mustard and spicy pickles and said you liked both. Our dinnertime is much more quiet now, because both you and your brother are busy eating the entire time. Praise Baby Jesus for that.

He loves his backpack (and also his Night Night)

Last weekend we were visiting Gigi Toot Toot's house and went to a park in her neighborhood. A few of the neighborhood kids came over and started playing on the playground. Abe instantly got shy, and sort of laid low, but you ran right over to them and started talking. You asked one of the little girls if she wanted to be your best friend, and then proceeded to just join in on their game of hide and seek (unprovoked). You then told them that your name was Sammy Beans and that you had a Lego Starwars and then and then and then (fill in lots of other details that were not relevant to any of them.) They were nice kids and just let you play along. You remain un-phased. I love this about you so much. If I could bottle this up, I would. And take it every day. 

In the meantime, I have you. 

I'll always be your best friend, even when you get mad at me.

Love,
Mama