I love this sweet boy.
If you're new around here, his name is Sam.
Also known as Sambo.
He's the little brother. And he's 14 months old today.
And since I am just now catching up on blogging (aka I'm on a ROLL, people!), I thought I'd fill you in on this little guy and do a little one-year-old update (2 months late.)
At the big ONE year old, Sam LOVES...
playing on the floor with his toys,
making a fish face,
waving at everyone,
waving at himself in the mirror,
laughing at his sister, or old videos of his sister,
throwing the ball with his Daddy,
having an audience clap for him when he throws a ball,
standing at the top of the stairs holding on to the baby gate,
taking one hand off the baby gate at a time in order to wave,
hearing his own echo,
banging things together,
measuring cups and spoons,
riding in the stroller or buggy,
pulling his sister's hair,
his hand-knitted blanket from Granny Carolyn,
As you can see, he's rocking one top tooth. Just one.
And he's proud of it, too. See?
His favorite foods include:
puffs, cheerios, waffles, macaroni and cheese, green beans, cheese biscuits, graham crackers, puff corn, ravioli, spaghetti, bananas, cheetos, carrots, apples, and cheese.
He's allergic to peas and we carry an epi-pen because of it;
if he has even one pea, he begins to cough and a rash breaks out all over his face. Bless him.
He wears a size 4 diaper and, for the most part, 18m clothing.
Though he isn't nearly as vocal as his sister was at this age, he is spitting out a few words, which include:
Da-Da, Mama, nana (banana), baba (bottle or cup), duh (duck), "I do" when asked questions, and "no." Oh, and "No-no-no-no-NO!" while shaking a toy and looking at his sister. Hmmm. He must've heard that somewhere before. Beats me.
He recently learned to throw a ball, and every day when his Daddy gets home they sit on the rug and throw back and forth. Every time Sam throws, he claps his hands and kicks his feet and wants everyone to say "Yay!" Of course Chad loves that he loves to play ball.
He has a bit of an aggravating streak in him. As in, whenever his sister sits down anywhere near him, he'll tell her "no no no!" (sounds like nuh-nuh-nuh!) and swat at her. It's amazing that they pick up these habits so fast; like hitting! I'm like, where you have you seen that? Obviously you don't get spanked yet, so where are you getting that? Anywho...
He'll also drop something on purpose after being told not to throw it down. Like his cup or his food or a toy if we're out and in he's in a stroller or buggy. He'll hold it out, look directly into your eyes, and drop it. You are testing me, little Sambo, I know it. Good thing you're cute.
He will attempt to make that 'popping' noise that we make by putting one finger in our mouths and pulling it out from the inside of our cheeks. He mimics it exactly and it's so cute.
He will tell you what a lion and a dinosaur and a monster and a tiger say.
Because they all say "rahhhhh!"
He's pretty proud of that trick though.
He knows where is head is, as well as his belly, his toes, his ears, his teeth and his tongue.
If you tell him to smell his feet, he'll do that too. Talent, I tell you.
He's impatient while waiting for his food in his high chair.
He's super sensitive and his feelings get hurt at the littlest thing
(like being told "No" after dropping his milk on purpose.)
He still loves hair.
I proved this to my friends the other day at Edgar's. He was being particularly fussy during lunch and I pulled out a strand - ONE STRAND, people - of hair from my own head, and handed it to him. It immediately calmed him down. He just takes it, holds it in his right hand and sucks his right thumb while holding the hair. It's the craziest thing you've ever seen. But hey, whatever works.
He sleeps with his knitted blanket every night and no other blanket will do.
He LOVES hearing his own echo. Whenever we're at my mom's house and we walk with him through the foyer, he'll yell out "UGH!" just to hear himself.
And last week, before his surgery, we arrived at Children's Hospital and walked into the large atrium at the entrance and he immediately looked up and shouted "UGH! UGH!" just to hear his own echo. What's even funnier is that when we were leaving that evening, he was in a LOT of pain and extremely groggy from the anesthesia; I was walking out with him and going to wait on Chad to bring the car to the front. I was carrying Sam and he had his head on my shoulder and was wimpering. But as soon as we reached the main lobby/atrium area, he perked up and said "UGH! UGH!" It was the cutest thing.
He's working hard on getting around; he can move all around the floor by scooting on his rear end, especially the hardwood floors. He can almost get to all fours in the crawling position; he's having trouble making it over that last hump (his right leg!) and getting all the way there, but it shouldn't be long now! I won't know what to do with myself once he starts really moving around! I've had 14 months of a non-mobile second child. Yikes! I'm in for it!
Sam Morgan, you are the apple of my eye; sweet as you can be,
and I love you more than you'll ever know.
Best of all, you are a child of the most high King!
He made you exactly as He wants you to be, every single part of you, for His perfect purposes!
You are a precious little boy in His sight. We love you so much!