Sam's Preschool Follow Up

So . . . all did not go as splendidly as one would hope. When I got there to pick up Sam, his eyes were red and puffy. I said, "Did you like school?"

He said, "Yes. But I cried and cried. Like this . . ." And then he folded himself over and gave me a hilarious rendering of wracking sobs. (His teachers confirmed that this re-enactment was, in fact, based on truth.)

I asked, "Why'd you cry, honey?"

He said, "Because I missed my mommy so much."

Kind of breaks my heart. Poor kid.

Sam started preschool today!

He woke up all excited and said, "C'mon mom! We gotta *go*!" When we pulled up, he started laughing and said, "Wow, this is Sam's school!" And then he waved goodbye, blew me a kiss, and smiled like, "See ya!"

No more baby stuff in mom's room!

Lily has her own room now and we got to move all of her baby stuff into it! No more diapers next to my bed! No more crib in my closet! (Seriously. That's where she's been sleeping.) Yeah!

My sister who had been living with us for the last year got accepted to BYU with a full scholarship. (We all started crying when she got the scholarship. Me, her, my mom, my dad, all of us. Doesn't take much.) So, she moved down to Provo and Lily has moved into her room. Now, I just have to make curtains and stuff.

An early picture of Sam in costume

Cute, eh?

I want to wear my naked costume

That's what Sam told me this morning when I tried to get him dressed. So I let him wear it.

Of course, he likes a lot of other kinds of costumes, too.

For example:

Lily is One!

At 1:17 PM last year, all of us were freaking out about whether my mother in law was going to have to deliver the baby because she was coming so fast. Today we just freak out because she runs around so fast. Does everything fast, actually. She has pretty much started talking this week. Her words: wow, Papa, mama, dada, down, bottle (baba), Barbara (baba), hi, uh-oh, and--I kid you not--Sponge Bob Square Pants. That's my kid.

My brain hurts part two

This is me thinking really, really hard about how to get a picture posted. Woo hoo! I'm a genius

In praise of family with connections

Thanks to Johnny's brother, I have a cell phone again! And it works! And you can call me and stuff! I feel important again! Yeah!

Gardening today

I forgot how much I like the smell of wet dirt.

Hey, look!

I figured out how to make links! And my brain kinda hurts now. Oww. How come so many other people think this is so easy?

Now, if I can just figure out how to post pictures . . .

Alas.

morning conversation

me: "hey sam."

sam: "oh, hi, mommy. you're awake."

me: "how are you?"

sam: "I'm happy. how did you sleep, mommy?"

me: "I slept very well, thank you. how did you sleep?"

sam: [with just a hint of exasperation at having to be so patient with people obviously not as smart as him] "I closed my eyes, mommy."

stomach flu here

the kind with gut wrenching cramping, body shivering, and much, much, praying for death.

holy cow I didn't remember that pain could feel like this.

"Squg"

Word coined by Sam Spencer. It means "A sqeeze and a hug." He loves those.

Everyone's Best Friend

Sam calls everyone his best friend. There's his best friend Andy and his best friend Nate and his best friend Ivy and his best friend Zeeny and yes, even his best friend Mommy. Well, last night I had some students over and the doorbell rang. One of the other students with me said, "Oh, that's Cassie. I saw her pull up." Sam jumped up and ran to the door shouting, "My best friend Cassie?" (He'd never met her before. Ever.) Cassie, who heard what he said, asked, "Am I your best friend?" To which Sam replied, "Oh, yes!"

We're living in the dark ages here

So, it's not enough to have no cell phone. (I'm paying a friggin $80/month for an answering machine. Curses on Verizon.)

But our home phone isn't working, either. Sometimes works. Sometimes doesn't. Sometimes gives no dial tone. Sometimes turns my voice into this creepy robotic freak show that creeps people out so much that they can't understand a word I'm saying. (I'd curse Comcast for this, but I can't because that's were the husband works. I'll just have to sic him on it.)

It's like it's 1865 around here. Without the polygamy. (Except maybe for that cranky old guy across the street who's always suspiciously hanging out with like five old ladies. This did used to be Taylorsville . . . Hmm . . .)

Flushed Away

My cell phone. Down the toilet. Not once. But twice. The first time it was just completely non-functional. This time, it's not even there anymore.

Dang babies.

Sam's Drawing

Sam (three year old) spent a good ten minutes concentrating fiercely on his drawing this afternoon. When he was finished, he brought it to show me.

"Wow," I said. "What is it?"

"It's you!"

"Oh, great! What's that?" I pointed to a small black circle-scribble thing on top.

"That's your face."

"What's that?" I pointed to a yellow scrible below (and not connected to) the small black circle.

"That's your hair."

"What's that?" I pointed to a FREAKISHLY HUGE circle scribble below the yellow scribbles.

"That's your belly!"

And then he just laughed.

A nice piece of pie

Three year old came up to me today with his dad's shoe on a plate. "I made this for you, Mommy," he said. "It's a niiiiiiice piece of pie." [insert dramatic hand wave.] "Take a bite!"


Mmmm.

Going to Sam's Club ten minutes before closing

There's something so exhillarting about rushing into the store and throwing stuff into your cart as if you're on one of those "shopping spree" things where you have five minutes to grab everything you want. And then, your cart is full of $300 worth of groceries and it only took you ten minutes and you just feel like all-powerful or something. I totally reccomend it.

Two grown men at Sam's Club

were standing transfixed. One of them was a contractor--dirty and weary looking at the end of the day. Another was a Sam's Club employee--arms crossed in front of his vest. There was no one else around. No wives. No children. They didn't seem to know each other. The contractor held loosely to his shopping cart and the employee stood a few feet away. Both were utterly engrossed.

What were they staring at?

A TV. Playing the new Cinderella sequel.

That's right.

The princess Disney movie Cinderella. The sequel.

I found something about the scene both touching and amusing all at once.

Cute stuff my kid says

He says a lot of it lately.

1) "Oh, Daddy. You got a hairs cut." (Actually makes more sense than haircut, if you ask me.)
2) Upon my waking up: "Oh, Mommy. Wow. You're alive."
3) Upon my getting dressed for work: "Oh, Mommy. Nice dress up!"
4) When playing with two dolls, one "Mommy," and the other one "Me": Me (in a demure, soft tone): "Mommy?" pause "Mommy?" pause. "Mommy?" pause. "Mommy?" Upon which, the Mommy doll snaps into reality and shouts, "WHAT!!!???"
5) "Mommy, you're the best Mommy ever. AND . . ." [tone softens to indicate true deepness about to be communicated] "You are going to be a girl FOREVER." (That's my plan, kid.)

When you buy a "more accurate" scale

we all know that you're supposed to weigh LESS than you did on the other scale. Because if the scale was TRULY more accurate, it would know that you are NOT THAT FAT. Sheesh.

Back up to 194 (from 190). For goodness sakes.