So much to say about our littlest man of the house. A few weeks ago, he began standing up on his own – balancing remarkably well, mind you – and now, has added an additional degree of difficulty by demonstrating his new ability to clap!
He is so proud whenever he does this – I’m determined to catch this on video sometime soon.
We now have a great routine with him at bedtime, where he loves to read his animal kisses and noisy farm books. He turns the pages, pats the tactile animals, and even pushes down hard enough to make the mouse squeak – a trick his parents didn’t even realize was part of the book until Sam was about a year old.
He and Sam are best of friends, and we constantly find them making each other laugh, to the others’ delight. Tonight in fact, Noah gave Sam the cutest kiss on the cheek when Sam was trying to entertain him at the end of dinner. Those two are going to be thick as thieves as they grow older – and Amy and I are going to have to fend pretty hard for ourselves. Amy does keep reminding Sam that whenever he takes away a toy or bop him, Sam’s only teaching Noah to give it right back someday. Sam doesn’t quite appreciate this concept – yet.
Sam has developed a fascinating new concept. Last week, when he would ask us to tell him a story, and for whatever reason – say, we were in the shower, or perhaps, juggling lit torches – we would defer the storytelling until later because we didn’t have a story to tell him right then, he began saying that he was “putting a story in our head from mine.” Yesterday, he was in the car with Amy and our friend Leslie. He asked Leslie to tell him a story, but since she was pooped, she declined. So Sam said he was going to take the story he put in her head from his and put it in mommys head. Quite the concept of where stories come from, eh?
This quote from Sam, as told to Amy during lunch today when she told Sam that we had two parties to attend this weekend:
I am going to take all the people at the party and put them in my head. And then they will be in my brain…And I won’t like that. And then I’m going to spit them out. They will slide down my tongue and I will spit them out.
Yes, we’ve made it to Colorado. I stopped the car along the very narrow portion of Colorado 82 to grab this image – where the highway drops to a single lane at points, with no signs or other warnings – where we saw this very dense stand of Aspens. The pass was an amazing drive – including the oh-so-frightening lack of guardrails on some of the 10k+ foot switchbacks, although I could have done without the altitude sickness both Sam and I experienced. Talk about wooozy! Photo gallery is here.