I think I can post these without any explanation. Enjoy.
Year: 2009
Sam I Am 52:1
Thanks to my super creative cousin Susan, I have a super-clever name for my “picture of me each week” project. :-)
This week’s entry was supposed to just be a picture of me showing that I was the last one to leave the tailgate on Saturday. But it also ended up being the only picture of me from this week so it is my only option. Now you know why I need to have this project so I can get myself on film memory card.
I promise that these should be more interesting the next 51 weeks.
Fire up, it’s SATURDAY!
Michigan kicked off their 2009 season with a big win over my alma mater on Saturday. Everyone said I was brave to take both kids to the tailgate/game. But really it’s mostly that we aren’t rich ~ I can’t imagine my babysitting tab if I had my sister watch both kids all day on a Saturday. The weather looks shady for next weekend so I might have to figure something out. We’ll see.
But – my children were, in a word, awesome. All day long. I was a little shocked. I sort of wanted them to be jerks so I had …
Two Year Old Grammar
If you’ve ever met my dad, you know he is a FREAK about correct grammar and spelling. Last night after the football game, Mallory said, “Grandpa! Me & Mommy went POOPY!” (we’d both just used the bathroom at my dad’s).
My dad tried to correct her and said “My mommy & I went poopy”.
Mallory said back “NO – YOU didn’t go poop. Just me and my mommy went poopy. Sam and Mallory did.”
Bossy Genes
All poor Mallory inherited from me are my cheeks and my thighs. Rick gave her his round head and his brown eyes. While Mallory’s eyes aren’t as dark brown as Rick’s, they are a lighter brown with some golden flecks in them.
So, I’m happy that Carson looks a little like me, but I am afraid his eyes are getting a little less blue. And I will be pretty upset if neither of my children ends up with my eye color.
All because of Rick’s bossy genes.
{I can’t take credit for the saying, but it is too perfect to …
Head start on next week’s Alphabitty Entry
I might have to make my buddy Mike be a guest blogger on my blog if he’s going to contribute gems like this.
Here is email I got this morning. If you are new to this blog – check the bottom-ish section of this post for the background…
from: Mike
to: Samantha
date: Fri, Sep 4, 2009 at 8:30 AM
subject: B is for…
You gotta use this $hit. This is solid GOLD! I only had 5 min so it’s not perfect, but the idea is there.
— Michael Folk
A is for…Alphabitty
I found the “Alphabitty” idea on 4 Love of Family a while back, but she was in the middle of the alphabet so I sort of tucked the idea away on my “that would be fun…I’ll keep it in mind for a scrapbook idea in the future” list
However, my to-do list is getting longer, not shorter, so this idea sort of fell off the list, until I saw today that MamaBear is starting over with A ~ just the kick in the tush I needed :-)
I can’t promise that my pages will be anything superfantastic or win any awards, but …
But I’m NOT grumpy!
I got to get Mallory dressed this morning – I went into her room and softly woke her up.
Her first words were “Can I wear a bress today?” I asked if she’d been a good enough girl to be able to wear a dress and she nodded her head.
She had to wear the spinniest dress in her collection (as expected after a 10-day hiatus) and asked if Lauren was going to wear a dress at school today too. Mallory was so agreeable that she let me comb her hair and put a barrette in it. And she brushed …
Spinny Bresses
My little girl is IN LOVE with wearing dresses, or “bresses” as she calls them.
Her cousin Lauren is also in love with wearing dresses and usually wears one every single day. And when she outgrows a dress, she passes is on to Mallory. So Mallory says “I want to wear the bress that LAUREN bought me”.
Mallory likes to rate her “bresses” by how well they spin, and won’t wear one if it’s not spinny enough (“but that isn’t a SPINNY BRESS!” and “but that BRESS doesn’t SPIN!”). However, sometimes she will accept a dress if it is a good …
Rollin, rollin, rollin
Mom of the Year that I am – I left Carson on the living room floor while I went to take pictures of Mallory & her spinny bress (another post will be coming about that). Notice that he isn’t where I left him.
He gets where he gets by rolling and spinning on his tummy. He isn’t crawling. Yet.
Editor’s Note: I know the photo is not clear, but I snapped the picture quick so I could rescue my sweet boy from the hard kitchen floor…