When I got home Friday night, there was a decapitated head on my kitchen floor.
It was facing me as I walked in the door. Backlit by the light over our sink, the spiky, flourescent green hair threw shadows in all directions. The white face had a black scuff mark by its right eye. And the guts were everywhere.
Poor Daddy Lion. The Evil Puppy Mojo had gotten him.
We recently redecorated Sam's room. We figured we'd do her room first and make it a big special deal so that a) she won't pitch a fit when we put together the baby's room, and b) we can use her crib and armoire in the baby's room.
It's pink and yellow with flowers and butterflies, and I've gotta say that, even though I'm so not Martha Stewart, it's turned out adorable. I'm actually proud of myself.
With the new room came a new big-girl bed. She had been sleeping in a toddler bed, but we got her an actual twin bed. Of course, no matter how cool it looks and how much she loves her new room, adjusting to a new bed is tough. So she's been in my bed in the middle of the night a lot lately.
Disclaimer: I'm a fan of co-sleeping. I think snuggling up to a sleeping baby or kid is among the sweetest times you get with them. Feel free to disagree with me. My husband does.
If you give Sam a choice between playing with dolls or playing with stuffed animals, the stuffed animals will win every time.
She's always been like this. She'll play with dolls for a few minutes, but mostly she just rips their clothes off, pretends they cry, rocks them, them drops them like rocks on the floor and moves on to a lion or a bear or a frog.
She's only recently started to understand what I mean when I say that she can be the mommy to her stuffed animals. Before, if she was pretending one of her stuffed animals got hurt -- say, for example, the green rubber frog gets eaten by a blue dinosaur who's feeling especially mean today -- she would bring it to me and say, "Mommy, the frog has a boo-boo on his leg. Can you kiss it?"
(Here are shots of Sam at our house. In the top one, she's filthy dirty because I let her play in our creek in just underwear. In the bottom one, she's in the creek -- yet again -- trying to ruin as many of her clothes as possible.)
All right, all right, all right, Sam's not just annoying right now. She's been cracking me up lately, too. Here are two quick examples:
