Saturday, December 25, 2010

Christmas 2010

Sunday, December 05, 2010


We took a fun trip to Disneyland just after Thanksgiving.
It was so nice just to get away and spend time together. The weather was about 25 degrees warmer than what we left behind and we had a terrific time.

My one goal for the trip was to get just one good photo of all three of us and that just didn't happen.

Saturday, November 06, 2010


Sam: Mom, I think I know why you sometimes call me Stinker.
Me: Why?
Sam: 'Cause sometimes I burp from my bum.

Friday, November 05, 2010


Sam: Mom, I have a really big problem.
Me: What is it?
Sam: It's really big. Will you help me with it?
Me: Of course. What's going on?
Sam: I just don't know who to marry when I grow up. Will you help me decide?
Me: I absolutely will.

This is a promise I intend to make him let me keep.

And It Begins

I was in a rush the other day to get Sam out the door for preschool.

Let's be honest: We're always in a rush and running late. One morning I told Sam that if he didn't hurry he'd be the last one to school. He replied that being last would be fine with him. The last one in gets to shut the door, so thank you Miss Jamie for that.

But anyway, we were running late.
I had a pair of old scrubs on that I use as pajamas. I figured that I wear scrubs all the time and nobody would know if I'd slept in these. So, I hurried Sam out into the garage. He looked me up and down and asked, "Is that what you're wearing?"
"Yes." I answered. "Get in the car."
"Aren't you going to get dressed?"
"Don't you want to go put on a cute shirt?"
"Jeez Mom. This is going to be embarrassing."

Next week I'm wearing curlers and a bathrobe.

Paleontology and Visa

Sam has a set of dinosaur cards with dinosaur names and facts on them. One day he showed me this dinosaur's card.

According to Sam he has spikes and a club on his tail to protect himself from creditors.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Happy Halloween

Fall Soccer

Daniel coached.
Sam played offense.
Sam played defense.
Sam played full contact.
He had so much fun and can't wait for spring season to start.


We went to the State Fair this year and had a great time. We ate and ate and ate and looked at every animal and booth and exhibit. We even rode a few rides despite my distrust of traveling amusement parks and their employees (who I'm sure are upstanding citizens. I've got a great example for you one of these days.)

The whole time we were there Sam kept begging me to let him do this bungee trampoline contraption that allowed you to jump about three stories high. I told him it was too scary. I told him he wouldn't like it. I told him he could do it when he was older. I told him I'd buy him another caramel apple instead. He begged and begged and begged until I was sick of it and he wore me down. I told him fine, if he wanted to so bad then go for it.

He did great until they buckled him into the harness. Then he turned pale. His lips started to quiver. Tears welled up in his eyes and he begged me to get him down. I, the sympathetic mother said, "No freaking way Sam. You have been begging me to do this for three hours. I've paid seven dollars and you are going to jump as high as you can and if you pee your pants I'll kill you."

He jumped.
His pants stayed dry.
And he loved it.

He was so proud of himself and wants to go back next year and jump higher.

Sam, not Samuel

We had the first day of "real" preschool back in September. Sam had been going to a preschool/daycare a couple of days a week for the last year. This year I decided it would be better for him to go to a preschool my neighbor teaches. It is still only twice a week and the teacher does a great job. He learns so much. The downfall is that I don't have a babysitter for the mornings after I work. This is where you all complement me on what a selfless mother I am. Go ahead, I'll wait.

So anyway, Sam informed his teacher that he is "Sam, not Samuel." He has made his preference known to all who will listen lately. We still call him Sammy, Samuel, and Booger, but he says none of those are his real name.

He has lots of preferences. I let him choose all of his new school clothes and there is a distinctly militaristic theme to them all.

He misses Juno while he is at school. They are becoming really good friends and they occasionally fight like siblings. Examples: "Mom, Juno is looking at me. I told her to stop, but she is looking at me!" "I told Juno that I didn't want to fight, but she started it." "Mom! Juno stole my toy/sock/underwear/bread. Make her give it back." "Mom! Sam is teasing me. He waves treats over my head and won't share his cookies." You know, the usual.

Friday, August 20, 2010


A few weeks ago we took a day trip to Yellowstone.

I love the Old Faithful Inn. It has always been a highlight for me.

While we were waiting for Old Faithful to erupt Juno attracted quite a following. She is very popular with her public. We kind of hoped someone would like her well enough to steal her out of the back of the truck while we weren't watching. No luck.

I know the expression on Sam's face doesn't convey the excitement of the moment. He really did enjoy the park and thought that the geysers were really cool. He is just very self conscious when his picture is being taken.

This is a drawing of our family by Sam.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010


Three years ago we went to see Thomas at Heber Valley Railroad.

Sam saw the ads this year and was so excited to go.

We enrolled Sam in a Spanish class at his school. He wasn't very excited about it. He told us that Sir Topham Hatt (a character from Thomas) wouldn't let him ride Thomas if he took Spanish. Daniel told him that his dad wouldn't let him ride Thomas if he didn't, so he would just have to take his chances with Sir Topham Hatt. As you can see it all worked out and Sam has doubled his Spanish vocabulary.