This past week, Samuel was a total mommy's boy. He would cry for her in the morning, all day long, and at night. He didn't want me to feed him, change him, bathe in, or even hold him. It was the first time he's been like that, and though it was nice to have a break from taking care of him, it was also very sad to not be wanted by him.
BUT today, he wanted me again. And it felt like that week, had been a year. I almost had forgotten what it was like for him to call my name, and ask me to hold him. It was really nice. I had missed him.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Our chatterbug
Samuel is a few week shy of turning 2, and Annette and I are constantly giving each other the "can you believe this guy look" because Samuel is just hilarious. He talks and sings all the time, tries to get into every conversation he hears, and repeats the last 2 syllables of everything Joshua says.
His speech these days:
over there!
gimme that
thank you
I love you
help!
airplane & helicopter (he used to call them both "baba")
ambulance
Obama car (the presidential limo that Annette gave him)
come here
Bob Bob (sponge bob)
monkey! (the baby computer that Auntie Celia gave Joshua)
TV
some (when he wants some of our food)
school (where he goes to pick up Joshua)
Tamuel (his name)
Sunday, August 1, 2010
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