Thursday, April 23, 2009

It's okay to be jealous...

The past few days Sam and I have absolutely dominated at the park. We've swung, crawled, strolled, and played in the grass. I only took pictures one day, because I didn't think it was necessary to be psycho and take pictures every time. I try to show some restraint.










I promise he's not picking his nose; he hasn't learned that trick--yet. He's shoving food in his mouth as usual.

You may have noticed this toy in one of the pictures. I'm pretty sure I had one of these myself when I was little. MP and Joe bought one for Sam, and he loves it. I went and got one for our house--best $6.00 toy ever. He loves to organize and stack things.

As for walking and talking, I don't really know what to count. He can stand on his own, but when he realizes he's doing it, he quickly plops down. It's as if he thinks, "Wait a minute, I don't know what I'm doing." He can walk around anything as long as he can hold onto something, and he can stumble from one piece of furniture to the next, but that's about it for now. I'm pretty close to deciding that his first word is "Mama." He's been babbling it for awhile now, but I think he's just now putting 2 and 2 together and realizing that I'm "Mama." I may regret that. I remember my own mother getting so exasperated with us for yelling for her from across the house.

Mmmmmoooommmmmm!

So that's where we are at 11 months. I turn 30 next week, but I think I may freak out more when Sam turns 1.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Bypass if you're squeamish...

There are lots of things I worried about before I became a mother. One of these things was snot. (Don't say I didn't warn you.)

I always claimed that I didn't want to deal with anybody's snotty nose unless it was my own child's. I should have just shut my mouth, because my kid's fluid isn't any nicer. Sam has a seriously runny nose. He's taking some over the counter stuff, but to no avail. I think he's teething again, but what do I know. Anyway, today was just "one of those days." (That phrase needs to be on a t-shirt for moms.)

Everything was hunky-dory this morning, and he even took a mammoth nap...but when he woke up he was ILL. Nothing made him happy. Sam seldom has days like this, so when he does I'm really thrown for a loop. On top of that, Anthony had meetings and a basketball game tonight, so I was on my own for the majority of his fits. Not fun.

It was 3:30, and I had a long time before bedtime at 7:00. I kept trying to wipe his face off, which only made him madder, which only made him cry more, which only produced more snot.

Ga-ross.

You want to know what's even grosser? Finding his snot on my hand. Yeppers...

Poor guy.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Super Bulldog Weekend '09

Sam's agenda for the weekend

Friday, April 17:

1. Head to Mitchell Memorial and catch up on some reading.





2. Read the Reflector outside of Lee Hall.


3. Go to the State Bakery and eat a petit four. Or just watch mom eat a petit four.


4. Head back to my cousin's. (At least I guess that's what George is; What is the relation to me if George is my grandfather's 1st cousin? Discuss amongst yourselves. I'll give a gold star to anyone who can figure that out.)

5. Go to sleep pretty easily. My parents get the green light to go out.

6. 12:00 a.m. Cause such a fuss that I wake up half the house. Make my grandparents call my parents and get them to come home a little earlier than anticipated. I win.

Saturday, April 18th:

1. Hang out with my cousins. (Again, these are George's grandchildren, which means that my grandfather and their grandfather are 1st cousins.) I was kind of a pouty-butt, but my friend Joseph was in a fabulous mood the entire time. I wasn't quite sure what to do.

Check out my cuz's hair. I thought I had a lot, but he's 8 months old, and he's already had one haircut.



2. Go to Cotton District Arts Festival. It was too cool and rainy to merit picture-taking. I didn't last long.

3. Tell my mom that I'd rather nap than go to the baseball game. She readily agreed.

4. Take a power nap with mom.

5. Crawl all over George's house.


6. Decide that I'll let my parents have an uninterrupted night of fun.
Sunday, April 19:
1. Eat breakfast with my grandparents.
2. Play with my cousins again.
3. Nap all the way home.







Easter...

I think I'm the only person in blogland who has failed to put up Easter pictures, but better late than never, right?

We didn't have a chance to take any photos before Sam's nap, so we resorted to taking pics after Sam woke up. You can kind of tell--I think the biggest hint is his lack of shoes.

Not the best pictures of me by a long shot, but they will have to do. And yes, I realize that I am the most pigmently-challenged member of our family. I need a tan. Seriously.



Thursday, April 9, 2009

Easter Frock...

So, I wasn't planning on buying a new Easter dress (or frock, as my dad likes to call them) this year. However, it was another beautiful day today, so Sam and I took advantage to go strolling at our local shopping center. Boy, am I glad we went. Check out my damage:


Get ready for some math...

1. One bright, sushine yellow dress. Love it. Original price=$150

2. One Banana Republic promotional=All dresses in store are $98. Count me in.

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3. One completed BR survey=20% off.

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4. Use of BR card= another 10% off.

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A $150 dress for $75 bucks. Holla!

Seriously, if you don't complete those surveys at BR and the Gap, you're missing out. I use them all the time.

Monday, April 6, 2009

If I Were King of the Forest...

We headed to Senatobia for a brief visit this weekend, and on Saturday we took Sam to the Memphis Zoo. In all honesty the kid was more fascinated by all the people than by the animals, but whatever floats his boat, right? He did get a kick out of the pony and the elephant--I think they were easier for him to see. We rounded out our trip with a carousel ride and some lemonade. (For me, not him.) All in all, it was a good day. It certainly won't be our last trip to hang out with quadrupeds. I happen to LOVE the zoo.

Lovin' on the pony

Hangin' with the monkeys

More pony love

At sixty-something years of age, my dad is embracing his inner hippie. He wore a John Lennon t-shirt that says, "Give Peace A Chance." He's a trip.

Just lion around...get it? Lion? I'm hilarious.