Sammy's Clear Word

A few days ago, my sister Katie made homemade yogurt. There are whole quarts of it in our fridge, unflavored, unsweetened. I've been feeding the babies small amounts with applesauce and what have you, but it's going slooooowly. This morning Katie decided to flavor some. She put it in a blender with some bananas, apples, frozen blueberries, and LOTS of spinach. Yeah, that's what I thought too. Anyway, the result was a more of a smoothie consistency than yogurt consistency, but tasty, if you like yogurt. Sammy does.

He ate two huge bowls full for breakfast, and ignored his homemade granola bar (Katie was a busy lady this morning). Then he drank a HUGE amount with a straw (I didn't want to clean him up again) for lunch, and ignored his pizza. If I didn't have such a hard time getting veggies in him, I'd stop him (I'm thinking about some interesting diapers in his immediate future), but as it is, I'll let him eat that for a few meals.

The funny thing was, at breakfast this morning, he said the clearest word I've ever heard him say. I was in the kitchen, watching him stuff his face. He got all the yogurt out of the bowl he could with a spoon, and then dipped his fingers in and licked his fingers. When he couldn't get anymore out by that method, he lifted the bowl to his mouth and licked it clean. Finally, when there was nothing left to get, he set his bowl down, his face covered in purplish-blue yogurt, dripping down his chin, covering the front of his shirt and pooling into his lap. He smiled a huge purplish-blue grin, and said, "yum."

Well, at least he's learning to express himself.

Just one problem

I'm having a GREAT morning. The babies didn't wake up until 9am! They are usually up by 7:30...I feel blessed if I get to sleep until 8. But 9am! I haven't slept this late since before Cam left, and it feels good. So then we got up and ate...Jubee had a bottle and Sammy and I had zucchini and onions in scrambled eggs on corn tortillas with cheese and salsa. While I was cooking, I was also brewing a pot of coffee...mmm...warm, delicious coffee. Happy happy joy joy. And then my world came crashing down. No half&half! What was I thinking yesterday? So, I reached in for some milk. No milk! I crashed to my knees, arms raised toward heaven, and bellowed "Nnnnooooooooooooo...!!!" Okay, I didn't really do that. But I was a little disappointed. So I had to use evaporated milk. It's okay, I'll survive. Maybe.

I'm a little worried because today is my first drawing class. I'm teaching drawing to a couple of very talented homeschooled teenagers. My mom is going to babysit, so I think it'll be fun. Or stressful. Whichever. Anyway, I'm excited about it.

The biggest problem so far...typing maniac on Facebook isn't working. Nnnnoooooooooooo....

Drama Kids

So the funniest thing Sammy has done to date occurred today.

Our friends came over and brought a hand-me-down little plastic basketball hoop. After they left, and he had his nap, we went outside to play with it. He intuitively knew to put the ball into the hoop, but pretty much used the "slam dunk" method exclusively. I tried to show him how to throw the ball at it, but he didn't get it. Afterward, we went in the house, and I decided to turn High School Musical 3 on Netflix Instant Watch, because I remembered that there was basketball playing in it.

Sammy stood in front of the tv and watched the HSM crew sing and dance and play basketball. I was gonna turn off the tv after the first scene with the basketball, but he seemed so enthralled, I left it on. Towards, the end of the movie, an angstful Troy Bolton, upset about having too many choices in life, sings an angstful song, where the room spins and he dramatically throws himself about it.

Sammy watched 2/3rds of the song, and then, little todder-sized basketball in hand, dramatically threw himself to the floor and rolled around, Troy Bolton style.

I guess the end result is that Sammy might not have learned to play basketball from HSM3...but did learn something. I'm not sure I like this development.