A Few Of My Favorite Things

Momma presents package from mailbox

Momma: Guess what momma bought!
Me: Puppy!
Momma: No, not a puppy.  Guess again!
Me: Puppy!
Momma: No, really not a puppy...
Me: Kitty?
Momma: *facepalm*

It was a swimsuit.

Silly

Momma: Is there anything I could put in her hair that she'd leave in?
Daddy: Spaghetti sauce
Me: Yeah!

Fair Trade Agreement

I tried to trade momma a handful of my dry apple dapple cereal for the rest of whatever she was eating for breakfast, but she declared it not a fair trade.

So I then tried to climb into her lap so I could steal directly from the bowl, but momma informed me she knew what I was up to and it wasn't going to work.

It isn't that I don't like apple dapples.  I just like whatever it was momma was eating more.

Head Trauma

Laundry baskets don't count as a helmet when running through the house like a maniac, bouncing off walls.

I'm made of pure cheese!

Lollies

Momma says you can tell I'm the daughter of a banker by my ability to eat lollies on my own, without help, at my age.

Trapped

Momma says I'd get caught in a racoon trap every time.  I don't know what that means though..

Oh look!  A shiny!

Wait, why is my arm stuck?

OH NOES I'M TRAPPED FOREVER!

Oh thank you for freeing me!

But wait, the shiny!

Oh noes, I'm stuck again!

Chase

Daddy was chasing me, then I was chasing him, then he was chasing me, then I was chasing him.  Then in the middle of me chasing him, he stopped, got really low, and growled at me.  I think he was trying to scare me.  But I wasn't sacred.  I did punch him in the nose though.  Hard.  Then I giggled just to be sure he knew I wasn't scared.

Piggy Tails

Momma says she will get better at making them even when I get better at sitting still.

Kisses!

I love to give kisses! The more sober the better, right? And if you are holding me and say "Awww" it is almost a sure thing I will hug you.

Played Outside Today

Shoes!

Momma bought me 3 new pairs of shoes but these are my favorites because momma says they are more fun than practical and every girl needs a pair like that.  Grandma needs to take me to church now

Sambam and Her Little Sammie Sandwich

Ring Ring Ring

*Play phone rings*
Hi! jabber jabber jabber Daddy bye!

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.

Momma Is Trying to Poison Me

She calls it "rice cereal" and it's "flavored" with formula. I call it... Well... I'm a lady so I won't say what I call it.

I Am Samtastically Awesome

That is all! But really, isn't that enough?

Just Call Me

Samantha.
Sammy.
Samtron.
Samurai.
Dark Lady Samageddon.