Sweet Sam

I feel terrible because I don't have more to say about Sam. Sam is just sweet. Every day with him is easy. He thinks he's at least 4. He wants to do everything he sees his big brother doing. He doesn't know he's tiny. He has the best laugh. No matter what kind of mood I am in if that baby laughs I instantly feel better. He has such a sweet disposition. The ladies at the gym would steal him from me if they thought they could get away with it. He is truly a joy. He just doesn't do much that is newsworthy right now. I guess none of this is really newsworthy, but some things are just more interesting than others.

"I don't think I should call you mom"

Last night I took Nathan out on a "date". It really wasn't much of a date. I really needed him to go to the mall with me so we could get new church pants for him and he desperately needed to change his clothes before we went out, so I called it a "date". As we were driving to the mall and talking he interrupted me and said "you know, if you are going to be my date I don't think I should call you mom, I think I should call you beautiful." Awww...I know. Sweet, huh? Later though as I dragged him in and out of stores he let go of my hand and yelled at me saying "you are the worst date in the world. Dad is more fun to go on a date with!"

Just for the record, one Cinnabon later he was back to holding my hand and calling me beautiful! Men are so fickle, aren't they?

Three Goods

So Nathan took a break from eating his most favorite meal of noodles with butter and salt to find me and tell me something very important.
"Mom, I have three goods inside me. One...I'm so exciting to go to gymnastics. Two...I got to get a toy from the treasure chest and Three...You gave me a big hug because you were so proud of me".
At least I made the list, right? Some things just make it all worth it, don't they?

Nathan says something totally hilarious every day. I have not been that great at writing these things down. I know this will eventually be one of my biggest regrets in life. This morning as he walked behind me, he took a big sniff (why he would do that I don't know) and then said "mom, your bootie smells like bacon." Where this stuff comes from I do not know and I am quite possibly unknowingly revealing something really embarrassing about myself by telling this little story. But honestly I do not know what could be so bad about smelling like pork!

Sam "Boogie" is walking!

I can't believe it's happening already, but our little guy is walking. I think Nathan captured it best when he took some of his first steps and Nathan said "I must be dreaming...is my little brother really walking". Sam is so proud of himself. He thinks he's such a big boy. He doesn't realize that because he is my last baby he must remain as such for as long as possible!

Kingergarten Woes

So my little guy started kindergarten this year. I can hardly believe it. It was a sad day for mom and has continued to be a struggle. My happiness revolves around the position of Nathan's fish in the sea and whether or not he gets a "sad bear" in his backpack. "Sad bear" is not so "sad" as he is "mad" bear. I guess sad just sounds nicer. I took him off sugar, atleast in the morning and in his lunch box, checked out a slew of books about discipline and child rearing, spent a lot of time on my knees and in the bathroom literally sick. He started saying things like "I wish it could just be like it used to be when I could just stay home and snuggle you."

Well, I had my first parent-teacher conference this week. I was fully prepared to be told that my child was the worst case she had ever seen and that he was a lost cause. Instead she was very positive! She said that Nathan was improving daily. She could tell that we had been working with him a lot at home and that he was very motivated to do well which is a good sign. When I told her of all the things I had done already to recitfy the situation she looked a little shocked. First time parent stuff maybe, but I think I way overreacted. She said she was most pleased with Nathan's honesty. Anyone who knows him knows this is his trademark. According to his teacher when he got in trouble last week for throwing carrots in the lunchroom and she called him over to talk to him about it he said "well you know, it's actually not the first time I've done that." Can't fault the guy for being honest I guess.

So, for now, we are optimistic about his kindergarten future. How many more years of this do we have to go through? If I wasn't absolutley positive that I would do the most terrible job ever I would home school him. Although I don't think a vast knowledge of blogging and facebook would help him out much!