Six month Sammy

Today Sam you are six months old and I can hardly believe it. It seems like just yesterday that my water broke, rolled under the curtain and pooled beside the bed of the woman next to me. Sorry about that.

You started out as our “Mellow Sam” Snoozing the majority of the day before deciding at eight weeks that that nickname was lame so why not promptly switch to never napping at all. After all who isn’t rested after a good 12-minute nap.

Since having the name “Mellow Sam” revoked, you have since been “Sammy”, “Sam the man”, “Sam I am” “little man” and “Sir”. Luckily for you Sophia seems to have forgotten that she originally wanted to call you “Sissy”. I may have to remind her if you don’t let me sleep through the night soon.

It has been neat to see your delightful little personality develop. You are sweet and charming and gentle…and shreaky. I love you to pieces and can’t wait to see the little man you become.

HAPPY HALF BIRTHDAY SAM!!! :)

Spring is in the air…or at least it is when you hop on a plane and fly to a place where spring is in the air, which is exactly what we did this week. I am in love with it here. Any island that allows my three year old to see whales migrate, deer wander and sheep graze all in the same afternoon is a place I want to be. Wandering outside refreshes Soph’s mood and lets me see her imagination at play. This afternoon we looked for Little Red Riding Hood and Darth Vader on the same walk in the woods…alas they were nowhere to be found but that was soon forgotten when a perfect digging stick and some mud were found.

Our whale watching spot

Morning coloring

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At the beach

On one adventure in “Grandpa’s Forest” Sophie announced that she wanted to walk home alone. I have to admit that my first overprotective instinct was to say no. Luckily I caught myself…or possibly my husband said yes before I started to speak I forget… Either way she headed off on her own and we kept her little pink jacket just in sight. She exceeded my expectations by making all the right turns and I exceeded my own by only shouting, “move more to the side of the road!” twice ☺

Here it goes....

I have found that as a mom of two, my good intentions to write down every milestone, amusing comment, adventure, or project in the end rarely come to fruition. I almost always put it off thinking that I will take the time to write about my day once the kids are tucked in, only to find that come eight o’clock I’m no longer up for the task. And on those rare days when I do get it done, its usually scribbled down on something entirely random like the old grocery receipt that is still sitting on the nightstand a week after I tossed it there much to the chagrin of my husband. Either that or I sit down to write only to find that my chronic baby brain has caused the amusing antidote to almost slip my mind entirely leaving me with only an unsatisfactory remembrance of the whole story. And writing down jewels like “Sophie said that thing about cats today”…is not exactly the gold nuggets of her childhood that had hoped I would treasure and relay to her when she’s grown. Hence the blog…I am hoping that getting to combine writing with photography, something I happen to love anyways, will keep me focused and will put an end to months going by before I finally try to recall important thing in my children’s live like when exactly was it that Sam started to roll over….And if this fails I’m going to buy a receipt spike for my night stand.