So proud of me!
So my little baby Sammy is officially 5 now.
But let's ignore that for a second and get to the really cool part: I made a lion cake! By myself! Freehand! With no lion pan or anything!
Finish reading 'So proud of me!' »So my little baby Sammy is officially 5 now.
But let's ignore that for a second and get to the really cool part: I made a lion cake! By myself! Freehand! With no lion pan or anything!
Finish reading 'So proud of me!' »Sam's been making me spell anything and everything for her (including "anything" and "everything," yes).
"Mommy, how do you spell 'balloon'?"
"Mommy, how do you spell 'giraffe'?"
"Mommy, how do you spell 'boogersnot'?"
Finish reading 'Why does three have five letters?' »I'm proud to say that I remembered almost everything we needed for our mini-vacation to Baltimore earlier this week: diapers, formula in handy packages, underwear for all of us, swimming suits for the hotel pool, etc.
What did I forget?
My camera.
So, instead of clear, sparkly pictures of our fun family trip to save for all time, I've got half-decent ones shot with my cell phone.
Just when I think I'm perfect ...
Finish reading 'Sights from our trip' »Noah had his 4-month-old well-baby checkup Monday, and Sam got to come along for the ride.
She loves our pediatrician -- his name's Dr. Mark Baker, and I can't recommend him highly enough -- and his nurse, Karla, so she was excited to go along.
We got into the room, and within 20 seconds, Sam had snagged a pair of green exam gloves and was wiggling her skinny fingers into them. She stepped up on a stool beside the table, then hopped up onto it.
Sam: "OK, I'm all ready for baby Noah's checkup!"
Nurse Karla thought this was cute. So Sam got to help measure him (yet another of her odd fascinations: tape measures), and she trotted down the hall with us to weigh him (13 pounds, 8 ounces, which is not bad for a baby who didn't eat for two and a half straight days since his last checkup).
Finish reading 'Dr. Sissy' »Sam crawls into my bed every morning after she wakes up. Sometimes it's around 6 a.m., sometimes it's around 7:30 a.m., and sometimes she's there just for some cuddling around 2 a.m. (though thankfully she goes back to sleep when she crawls in then).
On one recent morning, she hopped into my bed and we cuddled for a while. Then she got down and ran to the bathroom to potty. When she came back in, her little nose was all crinkled up.
Sam: "Mommy, it smells bad."
Me: "It smells bad?"
Sam: "Yeah. I think it smells like poopy."
Me (afraid one of our animals mistook the carpet for an appropriate elimination surface again): "Where's it smell like poopy?"
Sam: "In my nose."
I'm sorry, but there's no way not to crack up at that. It's one of those obvious kid answers that just never occurs to you until a 4-year-old says it sincerely.
Sam learned everything she needs to know about how to be a big sister Wednesday. In one hour. Surrounded by three boys who are also 4 years old, and who are going to be big brothers.
She even has a certificate to prove she's ready to be a big sister. It's got a lot of words on it she can't read, but she recognizes her name, which is good.
I'm not exactly sure, however, that all of the lessons will stick the way they were supposed to.
Finish reading 'Sam, the OFFICIAL big sister' »Last Friday, we had some family pictures taken here at the Daily Record by Bil Bowden, one of our outstanding and infinitely patient staff photographers.
My husband -- who had all four impacted wisdom teeth out on Halloween and reinjured himself just as he was starting to feel slightly normal -- really didn't want his picture taken because he's still a chipmunk (but just on one side).
I am hugely pregnant and swollen and was still fighting to make my last haircut look even slightly presentable, so I wasn't exactly ecstatic about jumping in front of a camera. (All right, fine, I don't "jump" anywhere anymore. I walked slowly and carefully in my 3-inch heels, hoping there would be no accidental shots of me from behind.)
For Sam, there was nothing more exciting in the whole wide world.
Finish reading 'I swear she should oink instead of talk' »So we've been working on the difference between kidding and lying with Sam.
For example, she asked us in the car a few weeks ago: "If I say Daddy has pink hair, and he doesn't, that's a lie, right?"
Me: "Well, it depends on who you say it to and why you're saying it. If you say it to me, I know Daddy doesn't have pink hair, so I know you're kidding. But if you go to Aunt Debbie's and tell her and Bethany and Josiah that Daddy has pink hair now and try to make them believe it, then yes, it's a lie."
Sam: "But Daddy's hair's not pink."
Finish reading 'Honest Sam' »Sam's getting SO close to asking how the baby got in my tummy.
We were in the bathroom the other day, and I was getting dressed. Sam came over, patted my belly and said, "Mommy, your belly is HUGE!"
Then she kissed my tummy and started scratching my belly button. When I asked what she was doing, she said, "I'm tickling the baby. See? He likes it. He's giggling."
And then she said, "Mommy, why is the baby in your tummy?"
Uh-oh. I stopped and looked at her because that question had a different tone from ones she's asked before.
Finish reading 'Is that a baby in your tummy?' »A friend of mine sent me this link. I've read it three times, and I still laugh my butt off. It's an eBay listing by a woman with six kids who snuck a pack of Pokemon cards into the cart.
Check it out here.
And here's the link to her actual blog.
My favorite among the Top Twenty Things She Never Thought She'd Say: "10. Why is the dog covered in yogurt?"
Enjoy!
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