Card Sharks

Scarface

Sam took on a plastic spool of ribbon this weekend...unfortunately I think the spool won. He tripped while walking and caught himself with his arms but was carrying a plastic spool of ribbon in one hand (think Christmas present-wrapping ribbon) and managed to scrape his head along its edge from the middle of his eyelid to the middle of his forehead. It scraped very superficially, but enough to create a scab and looks rather gnarly (being about 1.5 inches long). The holding still to wash the wound with soap seemed to bother him more than the wound itself, but his huge facial scab turns out to be quite the conversation stopper. This is just the beginning of the toddler bumps and bruises...
-Christine

Discovering the trash can

So a couple of days ago I was trying to read a magazine and Sam was trying desperately to take my magazine. I decided to find a compromise and tore off pages as I read them and gave them to him. Sam would take each page and walk into the kitchen and come back for another a little while later. This went on a dozen or so times, and finally, I said "Sam, you must have a huge pile of paper in the other room to play with. Isn't that enough?" I went to investigate and found no paper on the kitchen floor. How perplexing. Then I noticed the cupboard with the trash can was open the 2 inches allowed by the child lock and when I peered inside I could see a nice, crumpled pile of magazine pages stuffed into the trash can. Aha, that's what he'd been doing. I thought it was really cute. Alas, since then, he's been not quite so discerning and rather than throwing in only used paper, he's tried his hand at throwing away socks, foam toys, playing cards...pretty much anything. So, we've moved the trash can to the back and now there's an empty gap so he can throw things away, but they come right back out the bottom. Luckily, he doesn't seem to mind. :)
-Christine

Recent photos

Grandpa Carta and Aunt Amanda with Sam




Grandma and Grandpa Brochard with Sam




Mohawk Sam




Sam and his cousin Clemente and their favorite condiment

Technical Difficulties

So posts for Sam's blog were down for two months. I ended up changing all of my passwords due to a break into my eBay account, and the blog flew under the radar. We bring you back to your previously scheduled peanut.

I've got the whole world in my hands

For a while Sam was in a phase of serial processing. He could only hold one thing in both hands at one time. And even if one hand was free, that didn't mean it could hold something. If he was holding a toy car but wanted to take the straw Dave was offering him and throw it on the floor, first he had to give Dave his car, then take the straw, then throw it on the floor, then take his car back. He couldn't keep the car in one hand and with the other take the straw and throw it on the floor. No...that would be two things at once.

Now Sam seems to be in a phase of fitting everything he can into one hand. As I put away laundry he pulls out all the socks and tries to carry as many as possible in one hand (and gets immense satisfaction out of it when he carries many). Or he walks around carrying various wooden puzzle pieces in one hand, or takes all his apple pieces and holds them in one hand while he eats one by one with the other hand. It's rather comical...

My name is "Aagh"

Sam is starting to sound like he's getting the hang of how to make words. He displays his understanding of them quite well (he follows directions like "Please give this toy to Mommy" or "Are you done eating?" or "Are you hungry?" or "Go over there and wait for the wind up car to come to you") and we think on Sunday he tried to say Da-da and Bye-bye. However, I'm still convinced that his name for me is "Aaagh." That seems to be what he yells when he wants me or to get my attention. Ah, well.
-Christine