You know that gorgeous, lush, perfectly manicured grass outside of Dudy Noble? Don't ever sit in it. Not even for 5 minutes while your husband brings the car around. I have chigger bites all over the lower half of my body, and they itch like crazy. Don't say I didn't warn you.
My husband is an MSU fan. Fan is probably an understatement for someone who almost gets physically ill when we blow a lead. I've long heard stories about his begging to be checked out of school so that he could listen to baseball games. Seriously. And his mother was nice enough to do it for him on one special occasion. He follows football and football recruiting with a (sometimes) ridiculous passion. He can answer pretty much any Bulldog Trivia question, and he loves basketball and all that it entails. One year he had to miss the football season-opener due to fever and strepp throat. I'm not sure which made him more miserable--missing the game or being sick.
It appears that our child is following along the same path. He will be 3 in May, and he knows every word to the fight song. I'm not exaggerating. He can sing it for you but will rarely do it on command. We're trying to figure out how to get around the whole "H-E-L-L" part--I guess we need to spell it "H-E-C-K" instead. I'm not sure if he would buy that, though, because he has a definite need to say things exactly as he hears them.
We took him for a brief visit to the Left Field Lounge last weekend. It was sooooo hot--the first day it's really felt like summer. We lasted to the 5th, and I had to call it a day for my own sake. The kid loved it though. He played in the dirt, threw a football with a friend, and kept asking, "Don't you want to watch baseball with me?"
Yes, Sam. Yes we do.
As I posted earlier, I've been learning to sew, embroider, and monogram, and I'm loving it. I have spent hours reading, practicing, and hovering over my sewing machine. I'm happy to say that I'm now open for business! You can check out what I've been working on at www.thread serious.blogspot.com
I'd love it if you stopped by!
Last weekend Anthony and I loaded Sam up and drove down to one of my favorite cities—New Orleans. It was our first official trip with just the 3 of us. Every other time we’ve gone on a trip, we’ve had grandparents as back up.
We got up early, packed up the car, grabbed some coffee, and got on the road. At least we thought we had packed up the car…
When we stopped for gas in McComb, I discovered that my sweet, sweet, husband had not put Sam’s bag in the car. The child had nothing but the clothes on his back. I can tell you one thing, I will never leave the house again without insisting that I see all of our bags in the trunk. Geez…
We got to the zoo around 10:30, and spent about 3 hours walking around. Sam had a blast. It’s truly a gorgeous zoo, right smack in the middle of the garden district.
I will own up to the fact that we did buy one of those backpack/leash things that I SWORE I would never use. I must admit, it was a smart purchase. He never would have stayed in a stroller, (nor would I have expected him to,) and I knew he wouldn’t want to hold our hands all day long, either. He was happy with his independence, and I was happy knowing that he couldn’t get very far. 
One of Sambo’s favorite things that day? The map of the zoo. Seriously. He walked around with it as if he really understood it, and referred to it all afternoon long. Loved it.
The other day I had a few errands to run, so Sam had to tag along. I only had a few things to pick up at Walgreens, so I thought I'd chance it and not make him ride in the buggy. I gave him a handheld basket and told him that his job was to hold the basket for me. He happily obliged.
As I was checking out the children's vitamins, Sam stood a few feet away with the basket. He then began picking up several boxes from a display and throwing 3 or 4 into our basket. I told him that we only needed the vitamins and that we would have to put those boxes back. Then I looked down and saw what my child had put in our basket.
Condoms.
3 boxes of them.
Yep.
Apparently Sam doesn't want brothers or sisters.
I am woefully behind on my blogging. Shocker. I've been completely consumed by my new hobby, so my blog has suffered. I'll try to do better--pinky swear.
What has Sam been up to lately? Hmmmmm....he is an extremely ACTIVE almost-3-year-old. Emphasis on "active." He has become a complete parrot--he repeats anything and everything he hears, so we've really had to start watching what we say. And probably the thing that makes me happiest--he is officially pottty-trained. Thank. You. God. Some days I thought I would have a nervous breakdown trying to get that kid to go in the potty. We've had the minor stuff under control for a long time now, but the major deed was posing a problem. No longer.
The following is TMI--you have been warned.
He will sit on the toilet and ask "is it coming?" I don't know how to explain to him that I have no idea what's going on in his digestive system. After finishing his business, his daddy has taught him to say, "I own this potty," which is pretty hysterical.
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In other news, Sam's great-grandmother sent him some grass seeds to plant and watch grow. He really enjoyed checking on his "plants" every day.
