Grandma Wrote Me A Song

(To the tune of the Itsy Bitsy Spider)

I'm a happy baby
my name's Sammy Lavay
If you'd like to hold me
we could sit and play
If you'd like to feed me
I could eat all day
Oh I'm a happy baby
my name's Sammy Lavay

Thomas is my brother
he loves me very much
Lucas is the other
he always wants to touch
Debbi is my Grandma
she sometimes lets me stay
Oh I'm a happy baby
my name's Sammy Lavay

Daddy likes to cuddle
he does it every day
Mommy likes to dress me
the very girly way
They all seem to like me
I guess I'm here to stay
Oh I'm a happy baby
my name's Sammy Lavay

A Year Nears

Soon I will be 11 months and oh how how big, pretty and wise I have become, always have been, and always will be.

I have teeth. Momma calls me 7-tooth-Sam. 'Ol-7-Tooth for short.

I can pull myself to my feet. Truth be told, the only reason I am choosing to not yet walk is because I am well aware I am a princess and princesses don't walk. We have minions for that. Like my mom, dad, and oldest brother.

Oh my oldest brother. He remains my favorite court jester. Though I am pretty fond of the littler one too. They both are worthy of some affection. I think my first steps will be to either chase Luke down or to go to Thomas for the love he gives.

I eat. Everything. In sight. Some of it is even food. Momma and daddy have shown me fine cusine. Like French Fries and pepperming milkshakes.

Momma still pampers me with my clothes. Tutus and pretty dresses. She in fact bought me the most expensive item of kids clothing she has ever bought for my up coming birthday. It will be my party dress. But momma says I need to wear it more than once. That's fine. It is very pretty and special. Momma plotted its purchase for months.

My bedroom is upstairs now. I no longer sleep with momma and now have a room all to myself. I wasn't happy at first. Then I realized my first morning visitors to my cell (crib) are my brothers and they are muchly more cheerful at 7:30 in the morning than momma ever is.

Miss Grandpa though. That part is hard.

Sorry if the photo quality is less than perfect. I am writing this on momm's phone and momma's phone took the pictures.

Momma promises a photo shoot with a camera that can't make phone calls will be soon. Just have to wait for my dress to come.

Alright, it is past my bedtime so I am going to dream of cupcakes and strawberry pie.

I had strawberry pie once. Momma says I need a 12 step program. I think momma just needs to give me more pie. Problem solved.

Oh Hey!

Pics of me to apologize for abandoning this?  I mean I've been busy.  Growing 2 teeth, learning to sit up, getting ready to crawl.  Plus, you know, sleeping.  I still like my sleep.  As you'll see, they call it beauty rest for a reason.

I love my biggest brother! (Little big brother too!)

Momma will never be forgiven for this one. How would she like it if I showed off her rolls!

Thug.

Guess which brother I'm flirting with!  Really!  It could be either.

Tude.

Lots and lots of tude.

Not doin' nothin'!

I Got Shot

Twice. In the leg. Cuz I turned 4 months old. Then momma drugged me. Then I fell asleep. And momma has decided not to move me until I declare myself ready to be moved. I'm not ready. Don't touch me.