Friday, June 26, 2009
See...He DOES look like me!
After four years, Sam finally looks like me....I don't care if it's just in our profiles:
Tagger in Training
For a donation of $20, Sam had the opportunity to "draw" on the street during our local art fair. Nice, huh...
I'll admit, he did have a very good time making this drawing and we had a great time watching his diligence with it. Let's hope he understands drawing on the street is for special occassions only and only occurs when daddy hands over some cash to a vendor. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
I'll admit, he did have a very good time making this drawing and we had a great time watching his diligence with it. Let's hope he understands drawing on the street is for special occassions only and only occurs when daddy hands over some cash to a vendor. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Stitchless Sam
This posting comes a week late but, now that I am a "woman of lesiure," I lose track of time. So, there. Last week, I took Sam to have his stitches taken out. My mom and grandma were up for a special visit and my mom thought it appropriate to put on this shirt for his visit to the doctor: 
You read correctly...It reads "I do all my own stunts." Nana is really funny. In an attempt to prepare him for what he was about to experience, I tried to "psych" him up about getting his stitches out on this video:
Ok, so far so good, right? Wrong. Upon arrival to the doctor, this was his mood:
Although he was anti-stitch removal, they had to come out so we went in and Sam told Nurse Karen all about it:
Sam was very brave at first but he started to cry after a while. Here is a warning for parents: If you ever have to get stitches at a hospital, ask for the ones that dissolve. Sam's had to be pulled out all at once and very slowly. The only way he calmed down was by watching the procedure. Gross, I know. After all the torture was over, Sam was allowed to pick several prizes from the "You were poked" basket. Guess what he picked.....
Luckily, he didn't end up with a shiner like the last time he picked those windmills.
You read correctly...It reads "I do all my own stunts." Nana is really funny. In an attempt to prepare him for what he was about to experience, I tried to "psych" him up about getting his stitches out on this video:
Ok, so far so good, right? Wrong. Upon arrival to the doctor, this was his mood:
Although he was anti-stitch removal, they had to come out so we went in and Sam told Nurse Karen all about it:
Sam was very brave at first but he started to cry after a while. Here is a warning for parents: If you ever have to get stitches at a hospital, ask for the ones that dissolve. Sam's had to be pulled out all at once and very slowly. The only way he calmed down was by watching the procedure. Gross, I know. After all the torture was over, Sam was allowed to pick several prizes from the "You were poked" basket. Guess what he picked.....
Luckily, he didn't end up with a shiner like the last time he picked those windmills.
Monday, June 8, 2009
A Good Life
Izzy is probably the most relaxed child on this planet. I'm not sure how we managed to inherit such a child because Daddy and I are not good at relaxing. No, sir. Below are some shots of her just lounging while watching Sam play. She loves her big brother very much and watches his every move. I'm guessing she's taking notes....On another note, please enjoy her chubbiness. We don't call her "Meatball" for nothing!
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