Sammy Sam

Well, this is a good 3 weeks late, but at least I made it before October! Oh Samantha.  I sit down to right this and just want to cry.  You are 4 years old.  You were such an easy baby.  Easy birth, semi- good sleeper.  And then you started walking, then talking...and then talking back.  You are such an angel...and such a fireball.  Sometimes I just don't know what to do.  You climb, you fight back, you don't back down, but then you smile, and love, oh do you love.  You are forever my lover, my little snuggler.  Mornings are rough because you like to stay up until 10 or 11, but when you finally wake up you come out of your room smiling and wide eyed, ready to start your day.  You give me kisses and wrap those long arms around me for a great big hug.  You sit at the table with me and want to put on makeup.  I am getting away with faking it for now but not sure how long that will last.  You like to dress yourself, and I let you.  I am going to try to continue to let you too.  I don't want you to lose your "you" or conform to something you think you should be.  I want you to keep your uniqueness because you are pretty special.  And I have a feeling you will do big things some day.

You are really into Tangled right now and tell me every day that you have magic hair that glows when you sing.

Your favorite thing to wear is a pink polka dot skirt I made in highschool.

You started ballet and tap.  You call it "balleray" and looooove it.

You like to take cold baths.  You love swimming so that may be it.  It's crazy to me, but it's your bath.

I fear you may have jackass level tendencies.  Sometimes the stunts you and your brother pull make me wonder if I had something to do with it.  I'm sorry.  Please oh please don't ever hurt yourself.   And, no driving the cars before 14.  And stop trying to slide down stair case railings...I can't handle it.

You like to drink milk from the jug and burp as loud as you can.

Stop getting so big.  You are my baby.

Stats
Age: 4
Height: 47" tall
Weight: 51 pounds
Attitude: major
Comedy: Yes.  I mean girl puts underwear on her head for fun.

The interview: (in her own words)
1. What is your favorite thing to do? My tavorite ting to do is pay with mermaids and pincessess.
2. What is your favorite thing to wear to school? pincessess dwess. And a flower button. And lipstick.
3. What is your favorite dinner? chiten nuggets.
4. What is your favorite color? purple and pinkt.
5. Who is your best teacher? Miss Danessa (miss Vanessa)
6. What is your favorite song? tinkle tinkle wittle star
7. What is your favorite animals? titty and puppies
8. What is your favorite sport? baseball.  Why? tuz I wike baseball.
9. What's the most fun thing that happened when you were 3?  When I was a baby?  No, last year.  Ummm, I ate cake?

quote of the day: "mom? tomeday tan you det me tum pitsi dust so we can fy up in de air? pitsi dust is only in emugenties otay mommy?"

Sammy, I love you more than you will ever know, and am so proud to be your mom.

Love,
Momma

My baby turns 3...

My baby turned 3 on the 9th.  She doesn't call it her birthday.  It's her "Happy Birthday".  And this is how it sounds coming out of her mouth "it my AAAPppy Birthday Maw Maw".  That's her new name for me.  Or, same name, different pronunciation.  All she wanted for her birthday was "prinkles" (as she put her hand out mimicking putting sprinkles on something). 

 Sammy you are as independent as ever. If I threw you the keys to the car you would grab your "umbellllla" and your "batpack" and maybe your "lunchbox" and head for the drivers seat.  Your favorite place to go is the grocery store.  It's also your favorite place to have a meltdown if I don't buy you your desired "tandy".  You went to the mall for a girls day with me and Grandma and when speaking of your big day out, you refer to shopping at the mall as "we ent to da goshery sto". You dress how you want.  Today you wore a mexican style embroidered shirt 5 sizes too big, a red plaid skirt (also embroidered), a white with yellow cherries short sleeve hoodie and your sandals.  You will wear dressy dresses with your nike hightops, and love to wear your "pincess cown".  You like ice packs and "band babes", even if you aren't really hurt...and have been know to wear them smackdab in the middle of your forehead for days on end for no apparent reason...at all. You get into my makeup no matter where or how high I hide it.

Even though you are as stubborn as your father and strong as an ox you are still my precious little angel.  You wake up every morning full of sunshine and happiness.  I love you bigger than "outer pace".  You are my superstar and you will do very big things someday. 

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Happy Birthday to my sweet little angel.  MUAH! Momma lubs you.  

My birthday is tomorrow...I have been setting some goals and contemplating whether or not to share them.   I always feel weird (it's probably fear) sharing my own goals, but love reading everyone elses.  When I think I am getting old I just remind myself that Julia Child starting cooking when she turned 37.  So I still got a shot!

How we get down

It's underweeeaaar TIME.

Don't let that face of angel fool you...with her tank on backwards and her brothers sweats.

helping herself to some jooooce. This was about 6 months ago. That's how she gets down.  And yes, she will do it with a gallon of milk also (don't know where she gets it!).

underwear isn't just for your bum.

Here she is looking like a girl.  She is always mistaken for a boy, could be the hightops and sweats and she normally picks out.  Cutest headband ever.  My beautiful cousin Shelley made it.

This was a while back.  So much changes when they reach 4 (he'll be 5 next week...I want to cry, it's gone by way too fast).  They aren't as ornery as they are when they're 2.  I take it back...the boy just crushed powdered donuts to make it "rain" on his "trains".  Cleaning is futile with these two.

This was him about a year ago.  And this is how he woke up.  When he went to bed there was no marker on him.  He snuck out of bed and decided it was auts and cwrafts time all by hisself.

I am cornholio.  Anyone around in the 90s has to remember Beavis and Butthead.

OK, I won't bore you with any others.  They are stinkers for sure, and wear me out to no end, and may make me a little crazy...but I do love them bigger than outer (s)pace.

Love, peace, and hairgrease...Amy

Christmas 2011

A girl and her papa.  What's not to love.

The sounds of heaven...in two year old form.

Shelley inspired me to jot down all the wonderful words my baby is saying.  She went from not talking at all to talking in short sentences.  Jeremy was the same way.  Both slow talkers, but once they started, well you know the deal.  I wish I could remember more right now, but this is the daily stuff.

Nana:  The beloved pacifier that only mommy and daddy give her.  She doesn't take one at daycare, we however cave at the first whine.  In my defense, she is a Schleicher, and is really loud.
Where Papa?  She says this all day every day...even in the middle of the night when she wakes up crying and we are trying to convince her to go back to sleep.
Wat dat? Every day, all day, about everything.
woweece wah:  Police car (we see them daily in the hood)
did it.
wook it mommy.
nit noun: sit down
way wif me mommy, way wown wif me.
uppy mommy: this was one of Jeremy's regulars too.
Bubba bite, KC bite me  (she is a story teller, usually this is NOT true, she has also been known to bite herself)
tandy: Candy, one of the words she says really good!
Wubba it me: Bubba hit me (typically this happens after Bubba has been hit numerous times by her, he really has shown a great deal of self control.)
Ansh Jooosh: Orange Juice
Ah foostee:  I'm thirsty

Character traits:  Currently Sammy is a bit of a tattle tale.  She comes running in with so much gusto wrist cocked finger pointed and she will rat you out quicker than you can say tandy (candy).  You could also find this child in a corner eating her way through a candy bar...think Dava Carvey-Saturday Night Live. 

Jeremy is a lover, a sweet soul, and the Michael Jordan of trains...and crafting.

No one was harmed in these photos.  Just keepin it real.

Sammy's Daycare report

Samantha had a good day. 
She listened better.
She just pinched and pushed a bit too much. :(

Yes, sad face.  That's exactly what her report said.

I know... i couldn't believe it either. 

Where could she possibly learn this bad behavior?

Baby Girl turns 2

She was a such a little angel.  8 pounds, 4 ounces, a full pound less than her big brother.  She seemed so tiny, skinny fingers, skinny legs, toes...she screamed and screamed after birth, louder than you can possibly imagine.  Once the doctors handed her to me she was silent.  All bets were off.  I fell in love all over again.

 I felt great afterwards, I left the hospital early, and than a few days later couldn't move.  She fractured my tailbone on her way out.  Surprisingly, because it was such an easy delivery.  Over the past two years, she has learned to crawl, walk, run and mainly climb.  Climbing everything, everywhere, anytime she can.

Gotten your first set of stitches.  Learned how to wrestle like a pro.  Grown curly hair. Acquired an affinity to music and especially dancing.  Learned how to do somersaults.   Escaped from the carseat enough times to justify mom getting another one.  Became a comic.  Developed a love of the water, ie. kitchen sink, bathroom sink, tub, pool, etc.  All this while barely speaking!  You are the love of my life, and I can't imagine it without you.  You have tested my patience on all levels, but loved so much in return I just turn to mush and forgive all debts...ie. sharpie on walls, sofa, etc. Momma luvs you! Muah.