Throwback Thursday

Sam is getting to be such a big boy. At 17 months and counting, he is in full-on, no-holds-barred, toddler mode. If he wants a cup then you better get that cup fast, but, oh no, he doesn't say "cup," he just screams and flails about until you figure out he means "cup," BUTNOTTHEBLUECUPWITHTHEBEARONITTHEGREENCUPWITHTHEDINOSAURANDNOTCHEERIOSINITBUTGOLDFISH.
Only try to figure out he means that without him actually saying that, just screaming and pointing wildly. And don't forget that "nana" sometimes means banana, but sometimes it means bottle, or yogurt, or kiss my ass. I'm not sure about that last one, but I think sometimes that's what it means.

That boy. With the screaming. It is too much.

But I digress. Sam is such a big boy that I now look longingly back at the precious photos of quieter days when he was just a baaaaby. My precious, precious, quiet little angel baby (Bruce would insert here that Sam was never the quiet type, but in my sepia-toned memories, he would just lie there and smile at me). I have found quite the treasure trove of old(ish) photos of Sam and am starting a new series called Throwback Thursday...where we can all celebrate BABY SAM together! We miss you baby Sam!


Sam, month 7

The Peanut Doesn't Fall Far From the Tree

And, yes, I know peanuts don't grow on trees. Here's a little then and now action. The funny thing is that I witnessed Sam trying to stuff the tissues back in the box, and I bet Bruce did the same thing back in the day. I've got a tidy crew. After all, tissues, like peanuts, don't grow on trees.


Bruce, 1971 ------------------------------------------>Sam, 2011

Play Date

Sam and BestFriendPete got together outside of school. Party on the playground! They were super excited to see each other and ran themselves ragged while three adults tried (sometimes unsuccessfully) to keep up with them and make sure they didn't fling themselves off a teeter totter. Luckily, it would seem teeter totters are not in vogue on today's playground, but they found plenty of other fun items from which to fling themselves. Fun fact: Sam and Pete were born within a day of each other at the same hospital, so we like to think of them exchanging greetings in the nursery. They go waaaay back.


Hi friend. Shall we fling ourselves from this jungle gym?


Yes, we shall. Commence the flinging!


I think Sam may be Pete's sidekick. I wish it were different, but I'm pretty sure Sam is the Robin to Pete's Batman.


Pete says sometimes his sidekick gets on his nerves.


Pete was first to cross the bridge, but Sam followed quickly and started jumping up and down to make it extra exciting.


When you're this cute, you don't have to follow slide etiquette.


No girls allowed, Mama!


Hey, Pete, come give me a leg up!


OK, you climb up first, and I'll catch you.


Where's my Sherpa?

Fashion Show!

Check out Sam modeling the latest spring fashions!


So, um, yeah, those are shorts, not pants. Looks like size 2T might not fit him until kindergarten. I'm just not thinking the urban youth look is working on him.


I don't care what he thinks. I love this shirt.


Horizontal stripes are thinning, yes?

Bookworm

Sam's really been hitting the books lately.


At snacktime.


At the breakfast bar.


At bedtime.
(Um, yeah, about the hairdryer ... Sam enjoys a warm, dry derriere while he reads about numbers. Don't judge.)

Sam. With colander.

Can you remember the last time you had this much fun at 6 a.m.? With a colander?

Nana!

A couple of weeks back, Sam's Nana came for a visit. Actually, to be clear, Sam doesn't yet call her Nana. We thought "Nana" would be a good name for his Grandmother Warrington, since it is one of the few words he already knows. We quickly discovered, however, that any references to "Nana" better result in an immediate helping of his favorite yellow fruit. But we're working on it.


Did somebody say "Nana?"


Sam performs for his Nana.


Three generations of Warringtons, gathered around the keytar.