on the way home tonight as we drove through the country, we pulled over on the side of the road because w. saw a few deer. as we sat there, w. realized that one of them only had three legs, which was just fascinating to watch. she had her young fawn alongside her as she worked her way around the edge of the clearing.
as we drove off, jay said something about how cool the deer was and how unique it was, etc. when all of a sudden from the back seat in the van, sam yells:
alert the tabloids!!
he cracks.me.up.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
how much money do you think i'll get for a tooth this clean?
heaven help us--sam has his first loose tooth. he bit into a popsicle and evidently that jarred it enough so that it wiggles now. i just did a wiggle check last week, so it is fairly recent.
he so thrilled--he asked me how much money he would get for losing a first tooth. then, the title comment, then he said, 'i'm sure glad that i kept my teeth so shiny. the tooth fairy will LOVE this one...she might pay double to get a tooth like this.'
he has checked in the mirror nonstop and gone to tell five and jay. jay was appropriately excited; five just wanted to try to pull it.
he wanted to call dad and tell him, but dad is in class, so i said he'd better wait. typical sam response: 'you're right--if his teacher saw him on the phone, she might confiscate it!'
i pray this tooth comes out quickly.
he so thrilled--he asked me how much money he would get for losing a first tooth. then, the title comment, then he said, 'i'm sure glad that i kept my teeth so shiny. the tooth fairy will LOVE this one...she might pay double to get a tooth like this.'
he has checked in the mirror nonstop and gone to tell five and jay. jay was appropriately excited; five just wanted to try to pull it.
he wanted to call dad and tell him, but dad is in class, so i said he'd better wait. typical sam response: 'you're right--if his teacher saw him on the phone, she might confiscate it!'
i pray this tooth comes out quickly.
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Saturday, July 07, 2007
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Pimptastic
Sam and I were talking about his teacher, Mrs. Wilson, last night--we love her, btw, I mean LOVE her as in would probably adopt her and care for her forever if one could adopt a woman with a child in college, but I digress. Anyway, he's been regaling me with tales of kindergarten each day and all that goes on (which I need to update, but busy, busy, busy). So last night, in one of his particularly rambling chit chats (where he gets that trait, I have no idea), I was sort of tuning him out and just catching every 10th snippet or so, when I heard him say:
And Mrs. Wilson says that we're all stars. We're all really special.
Okay, did I mention that I love her? Seriously. Love.her.
I told him that she was right and of course they were. Then he says to me:
When she says that, I think about being a popular star--and, well, you know, wearing the cool clothes? Like, some red pants, a pinkearring, and I'd have the shiny teeth.
And then he smiles at me and I mentally picture the movie star glint.
I didn't laugh...I'm getting better every day...
and some gold necklaces...you know, with some medallions??"
Still, I didn't laugh, but I'm really intrigued and, he lost me at the earring, so, I clarify in my best Steven Covey, effective leader-repeat-the-person-just-told-you-style:
So, popular people wear red pants, pink earrings and have shiny teeth and wear gold necklaces?
Sam is very serious--and says,
NO!, not a pinkearring, not an earring!! A pinky ring! You know...with a stone..."
and he waggles his finger at me. I bite my tongue and nod.
That would be really cool, Sam.
He nods enthusiastically because frankly, he doesn't need me to tell him what is cool. He knows, thankyouverymuch.
Yeah, I know...oh, and I forgot. I also would wear a red hat, too. Red pants, a pinky ring, some gold neckalaces and the red hat.
audible sigh and then a trademark Sampout
I wish you would buy me some cool clothes...mine are so boring."
And Mrs. Wilson says that we're all stars. We're all really special.
Okay, did I mention that I love her? Seriously. Love.her.
I told him that she was right and of course they were. Then he says to me:
When she says that, I think about being a popular star--and, well, you know, wearing the cool clothes? Like, some red pants, a pinkearring, and I'd have the shiny teeth.
And then he smiles at me and I mentally picture the movie star glint.
I didn't laugh...I'm getting better every day...
and some gold necklaces...you know, with some medallions??"
Still, I didn't laugh, but I'm really intrigued and, he lost me at the earring, so, I clarify in my best Steven Covey, effective leader-repeat-the-person-just-told-you-style:
So, popular people wear red pants, pink earrings and have shiny teeth and wear gold necklaces?
Sam is very serious--and says,
NO!, not a pinkearring, not an earring!! A pinky ring! You know...with a stone..."
and he waggles his finger at me. I bite my tongue and nod.
That would be really cool, Sam.
He nods enthusiastically because frankly, he doesn't need me to tell him what is cool. He knows, thankyouverymuch.
Yeah, I know...oh, and I forgot. I also would wear a red hat, too. Red pants, a pinky ring, some gold neckalaces and the red hat.
audible sigh and then a trademark Sampout
I wish you would buy me some cool clothes...mine are so boring."
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Sam Does Kindergarten
Sam is loving life as a member of the acadmic set and I'm beyond relieved. So far, so good. Only a minor meltdown and some talky-things that have been problematic thus far.
It's funny to see him walking the halls and toting his gigantic Superman backpack around. He's thrilled with every thing and that's refreshing. Some highlights:
1. He was so excited to see his lunch. He told me that he had way more than the other kids AND "it was like a buffet!".
2. He has introduced himself to every adult in the building. "I'm Sam. Who are you?". He's a budding politician, I think.
3. He loves his teacher, Mrs. Wilson. He thinks she is very cool and funny. We are BLESSED with her. She has walked him up the hall to my room each day and gets an earful of stories each day.
4. Today he wore his Yellowstone Park shirt which has a bear dressed up as an elk. He had to show it to everyone and explain the joke. He also decided that it would be cool to have the bear dress up as a mutant squirrel and wanted to know why they don't make shirts like those. When I didn't have an answer, he decided that he could just make one when he's a teenager, but HIS mutant squirrel will live in another dimension.
5. He's torn between wanting homework and being mad that he WILL have homework. I'm not sure how that's going to go over--we'll see.
It's funny to see him walking the halls and toting his gigantic Superman backpack around. He's thrilled with every thing and that's refreshing. Some highlights:
1. He was so excited to see his lunch. He told me that he had way more than the other kids AND "it was like a buffet!".
2. He has introduced himself to every adult in the building. "I'm Sam. Who are you?". He's a budding politician, I think.
3. He loves his teacher, Mrs. Wilson. He thinks she is very cool and funny. We are BLESSED with her. She has walked him up the hall to my room each day and gets an earful of stories each day.
4. Today he wore his Yellowstone Park shirt which has a bear dressed up as an elk. He had to show it to everyone and explain the joke. He also decided that it would be cool to have the bear dress up as a mutant squirrel and wanted to know why they don't make shirts like those. When I didn't have an answer, he decided that he could just make one when he's a teenager, but HIS mutant squirrel will live in another dimension.
5. He's torn between wanting homework and being mad that he WILL have homework. I'm not sure how that's going to go over--we'll see.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Dear Journal
Sam adores the toys in Happy Meals more than any child alive, so when the Pirates of the Carribean stuff came along just after the tonsillectomy, it actually worked well for us. I had an excuse to get him the crappy-ass little toys and eat Happy Meals. Since I like double cheeseburgers, this was a win-win for both of us.
Of all the toys in the meals, his favorite thing, by far, has been a little journal with a pencil. I must take this moment to say that I 'm all for a cheesy prize that invokes writing or drawing, so kudos to those planners, although when I opened it, I have to admit, I thought, "Fucking a, this sucks and he's going to be pissed off." Happily, I was very wrong and the inflatable sword, which I thought he would love, turned out to be the turkey in the bunch.
Anyway, the journal has given us hours of fun because Sam has decided that this is his diary of sorts and he must, naturally, record his "deepest darkest secrets" in it. The only problem is that Sam can't write or spell, so thankfully, he has to have parents transcribe said secrets for him. It is a blast to see how his mind works--I can't reveal them, of course, but one of the first ones did have to do with Mr. Snuggles, his teddy bear, sleeping with him. He's also tried to gross us out, as well, which is rather disturbing, yet amusing as well (who knew that chewing ones toes was such a vice?). I make him sign each entry so that he can't come back later, when I pull this out to share it with him in his teen years, and insist that I put words in his mouth. All of it is strictly word for word.
Additionally, he has decide to write a pirate story and keeps coming back to his story, in the back of the book, so that we can add what he calls, "the build up". I must say that his English-teaching mother who just spent 20 minutes going over plot diagrams with ninth graders today was MOST impressed and proud of that literary gem. He's very intent that he have "build up" or the story will be boring and no one will read it. All on his own. I just sit there, gaping at the things that he says sometimes and this one took the cake.
He's added a ton of artwork to the journal as well--I'm going to get it scanned someday. It's hilarious to see how his mind works.
Of all the toys in the meals, his favorite thing, by far, has been a little journal with a pencil. I must take this moment to say that I 'm all for a cheesy prize that invokes writing or drawing, so kudos to those planners, although when I opened it, I have to admit, I thought, "Fucking a, this sucks and he's going to be pissed off." Happily, I was very wrong and the inflatable sword, which I thought he would love, turned out to be the turkey in the bunch.
Anyway, the journal has given us hours of fun because Sam has decided that this is his diary of sorts and he must, naturally, record his "deepest darkest secrets" in it. The only problem is that Sam can't write or spell, so thankfully, he has to have parents transcribe said secrets for him. It is a blast to see how his mind works--I can't reveal them, of course, but one of the first ones did have to do with Mr. Snuggles, his teddy bear, sleeping with him. He's also tried to gross us out, as well, which is rather disturbing, yet amusing as well (who knew that chewing ones toes was such a vice?). I make him sign each entry so that he can't come back later, when I pull this out to share it with him in his teen years, and insist that I put words in his mouth. All of it is strictly word for word.
Additionally, he has decide to write a pirate story and keeps coming back to his story, in the back of the book, so that we can add what he calls, "the build up". I must say that his English-teaching mother who just spent 20 minutes going over plot diagrams with ninth graders today was MOST impressed and proud of that literary gem. He's very intent that he have "build up" or the story will be boring and no one will read it. All on his own. I just sit there, gaping at the things that he says sometimes and this one took the cake.
He's added a ton of artwork to the journal as well--I'm going to get it scanned someday. It's hilarious to see how his mind works.
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