Ice Cream Truck!

We had a great day at home today, and as a special treat I decided to let Sam get ice cream off of the ice cream truck when it came by. We were playing outside-- Kate on a blanket and Sam showing off on his trike. The weather was just perfect.

Sam chose a push-up pop. He thought it was so much fun! And he actually ate the ice cream by himself, which is pretty unusual for him. It was a good first for him. I did give him very specific instructions about not talking or approaching the ice cream man by himself... it was our safety lesson for the day.

Here's another picture of our newly mobile Kate. She is getting good at scooting around on her tummy, but gets SO frustrated at not being able to get what she wants. We had a picture just like this of Sam when he was a baby-- but he wasn't as mobile as early, that's for sure!

Another trip... literally

Well, it was bound to happen eventually. Sam finally had his first trip to the emergency room (urgent care, actually). Sam was climbing on one of those picture-taking machines and fell and split his head open. It's not really really visible in the picture above, but they glued it together. It's not really big, but it was deep, and it continued to bleed every time we took the bandaid off. The bandaid was the worst part for Sam, who really didn't complain much after the initial impact, because it was in his hairline and it pulled taking it off.

He was quite a trooper and worked his usual magic at the hospital, telling everyone that his sister had been in the hospital too! How lucky for us-- 3 ER visits in one month's time! Stu said he was really popular with the nurses and went right to playing with the other kids in the waiting room. I guess now he's a real big boy, scar and all!

Like You

We went to our niece's graduation party Saturday, and Sam had a great time playing with his cousin Reed. Naturally, he didn't want to leave when Daddy said it was time to go. Sam came running out to me (I was loading the car out front). He was crying. I asked him what was wrong.

"Daddy is mean," he cried.

"Why? What did he do?" I said as I scooped him up.

"He's acting like YOU act all the time!"

Mr. Big Thunder

A couple of weeks ago, Sam started talking about "Mr. Big Thunder." (Back when Kate was in the hospital it stormed and he looked straight at Mamaw and I and said, "That, my dear friends, was thunder." :)

Anyway, Sam's not a big fan of thunder, in general, but a few weeks ago he started talking about Mr. Big Thunder, as in "I'm afraid of Mr. Big Thunder." He and Stuart had a long talk one night about how Mr. Big Thunder isn't scary because he doesn't have arms. And if he doesn't have arms, then he can't get in our house, because he can't open the door! This revelation seems to have helped quite a bit.

Today, he said "Mr. Big Thunder! He's here!"

I said, "He is?" because it was just sprinkling. No thunder.

"Yeah yeah yeah. He's here with all of his friends! And his friends are making a little bit of rain," he said.

I was on the phone for a minute, and he started to talk... I thought to himself, but he was talking to Mr. Big Thunder. "I'm so glad to see you, Mr. Big Thunder! And thanks for bringing your friends. You're my best friend! And we can go home and your friends can come over. It will, it will just be great!"

See, I told you he likes everyone. Our little social butterfly.