Romi's Memory Game

1. As a comment on this post, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you know me a little or a lot, anything you remember!

2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.

"I Can't Understand the Words that are Coming Out of Your Mouth"

Sam had his 2 year check-up today. He looks just great according to the pediatrician, but then I already knew that. He is just great. We love this boy. He is just so fun to be around (most of the time.) We went to the zoo with some of my work friends yesterday and he had such a good time. He just giggled and got excited about every animal.

His language skills are getting better and better and that is also fun. I can actually have conversations with him that make sense. On the other hand his Spanish is not progressing as well as I had hoped. He says several words in Spanish and seems to understand Daniel and his family when they speak to him in Spanish, but take this for example: My mom bought him some DVDs in Spanish. I put Franklin the Turtle on for him and he seemed to enjoy it. A few days later he said, "Mom, I want to watch the turtles that say "Blabla-Blabla". Perfect! He knows they're trying to say something, but it's just not intelligible.

Vital Statistics: 27.8 lbs 47.9%
35.5 inches 79.7%

I'm Just Wondering...


I was just at Lowe's and I observed that there are an inordinate number of handicapped parking stalls.

Really?


There are that many people with physical infirmities shopping at a do-it-yourself home improvement warehouse. Huh.

Just Bein' Cute

We're having a pretty good summer and Sam is keeping us entertained just by being himself. I asked him today if he wanted "a little bite of brownie." He said, "No", which shocked me because he loves brownies. I said, "Really?" and he answered "No. I wanna big one."
What a relief. I was afraid he really didn't want a brownie. Crazy!

We went swimming a few weeks ago with Aunt Lucy.
Sam preferred the jacuzzi, which he named "the baby pool", to the big pool. I don't blame him. There were a lot of big kids in the pool and they were playing a little too rough with footballs and splashing a lot. The big pool was also a little cold for my preference.

(Don't worry! The jets weren't on and the temperature in the jacuzzi was not very high. Also, there was no posted age rule and he survived, so there.)

Not that Sammy spent a whole lot of time in the water.
He would get into the "baby pool", sit for a moment on the step, and then a very important thought would strike and he just had to share it with Lucy.

So out he went......Told Lucy what was on his mind......And resolutely returned... ...to continue his musings for a few seconds more......until the next very important and brilliant thought would strike.(Repeat ad nauseaum)

We're loving the pools this summer. This was at Daniel's company's summer party. We had good food and got to see (and hear) a lot of bad karaoke. (I know, is there any other kind? And these people weren't even intoxicated.)
Sorry ladies, he's taken.



My sister-in-law Melissa and I love ourselves a good carnival and so when we heard about Draper Days we knew we had to check it out.
When Sam saw the animal train he knew he had to check it out.
and the pony ride
The concert (Beatlemania) was great. Even Sam loved it. The fireworks were fun, but there was no funnel cake. Seriously people. Daniel said that was the only reason he came. We were all pretty sad about it.

Sammy has discovered the wonders of bubble bath.

We've had lots of fun times with Dad.
And Sam even came home from a boys night out with Uncle Jeris with a new tattoo. Sweet!
Yeah, this would be one of the two uncles who drew anchor tattoos on him when he was 2 months old. I need to keep a better eye on these guys.

Samuel's Birthday

(and Independence Day)

Sam had an early birthday party with Daniel's family the week before the 4th because we were going to be in Idaho for the real thing.
Sam loves birthdays and especially likes to have "Happy Birthday" sung to him (it's his new favorite bedtime song) and then he always blows out the candles.
He's pretty obsessed with Thomas the Tank Engine right now. He knows all the character's names and is crazy for anything Thomas.

Over the Fourth of July we had a Hobbs Family Reunion. It was fun to see all the family and spend some time visiting.
If you are wondering why Sammy looks nude in this picture it is because he had just jumped into the wading pool. He is diapered.
So we sang Happy Birthday again and he blew out the candle on his Thomas cake.

He got lots of nice gifts. Daniel and I got him a golf set and he LOVES it!

He has an excellent swing.
(Look how skinny he is! It's the Chokit Mook diet.)
The next day we went to Jackson Hole and had a good time. We saw the "shootout". (I have to say I liked it better when it was only 5 minutes and had no musical numbers. Now it has been sponsored by a local theater and it is just not the same.)I always wish I had taken more pictures. If anyone has more pictures of the family reunion please email them to me. I can't believe how few pictures I have of the whole weekend.

In Honor of Those Who do this EVERY DAY all summer long: We Cub Scout Salute You

So we spent the day at Webelo's camp. My first thought is that whatever they pay the poor teens who work as staff at this camp is far too little. This is very likely the world's worst job.

Furthermore, my mom used to say that 10 was the golden age for boys. I do not believe her.

In addition, I have decided I am not a scouting kind of person. I may not even be an outdoor kind of person.

Here is the dialogue that took place countless times today.
Webelo: Can I do this?
Me: No. We need to be doing such and such right now.
Webelo: But I'm just gonna do it really fast, okay?
Me: No, and besides that is kind of dangerous.
Webelo: I'm just gonna do it for a second though.
Me: NO.
Webelo: Come on, please?
Me: I'm saying no, and it is time for this activity right now, so let's do that instead.
Webelo: Okay.
five seconds later
Me: What are you doing? I told you not to do that.

I had told the boys that at the end of the day Daniel and I would treat them to ice cream bars. Hence this conversation.
Webelo: How much do ice cream bars cost?
Me: I don't know. Don't worry about it. It's our treat.
Webelo: But how much do you think they cost?
Me: I'm really not sure. Probably about $1.50.
Webelo: Oh, well the pocket knives are only $2.50.
Me: Huh, well, we're getting ice cream.
Webelo: I'll just take the money and put it toward the pocket knife.
Me: That's really not an option.
Webelo: Why not?
Me: For two reasons. First I am not going to let you buy a pocket knife without your parent's permission. And second, when someone offers you something it really isn't polite to request the cash value instead.
Webelo: Well that's stupid.

I couldn't believe it! That little stinker was mad at me for the next two activities. He did finally get over it though. I, on the other hand, am still a little mad.

On the positive:
I returned home with a greater appreciation for my little terrible two-year-old.
(And a greater dread for his cub scouting years. I will kill him if he ever asks someone for cash in lieu of a gift.)
We won first place for distance in the catapult competition. Daniel is especially proud of this. The boys "built" the catapult last week and Daniel spent a few hours this morning tweaking it. It throws a tennis ball a good 75 feet.
There is a rumor that we're going to be released so that I can be called as a nursery leader. Yes, even that would be a welcome change as there is a definite lack of goodwill around here.

Law of the Pack
The Cub Scout follows Akela.
The Cub Scout helps the Pack go.
The Pack helps the Cub Scout grow.
The Cub Scout gives goodwill.