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Dozing off and blogging

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It has been a long short week at work. Now it’s 11:30pm and I’m barely awake. The big kid has conked out watching Animal Planet. The baby girl is now asleep in her bed because Sam wanted me to bring him in to sleep with Mom “because she’s been so sweet to me today.” Somebody is going to watch the kids for the day of the 4th, while I (and maybe Alicia) go paint and such in our old house to get it ready to sell. I’ll have to write something more interesting/amusing/worthwhile at some point… but right now I’m typing with my eyes closed… just to “rest” them.

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July 3rd, 2008 at 10:35 pm

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Sam & Grace at the table tonight

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Grace (unprovoked, from out of nowhere): “I’m a PWEschooler and you’re tod-del-er!”

Sam: “I am not a toddler, I’m still a preschooler and you’re still a toddler”

Wash, rinse, repeat.

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April 4th, 2008 at 6:05 pm

One dentist trip down, one to go

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Sam had his dentist appointment this morning to get 4 fillings. They wanted to do amalgam ones, but I wisely told them that Alicia would beat me to death if I came home with silver in his mouth and he did such a great job that they got the white ones done perfectly. Sam was very brave, and without Novocain they were able to get them all done with just his squeezing my hand when it hurt or he was scared.

Next up: Grace’s knock-out two front teeth crowning gig. For what it’s costing I almost think she should have some nice gold teeth.

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April 2nd, 2008 at 6:45 pm

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Sam on IHOP

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“And the pancakes are so so good, and the eggs are so so good that they blow my mind out.”

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March 29th, 2008 at 8:34 pm

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If there’s any doubt that Jake has influence.

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Today at lunch (we’re all sick, so easter lunch was at Sweet Tomatoes instead of at a friend’s house. We didn’t want to share our germs with people we actually know) Jake decided to eat his Jell-o through a straw, which prompted Grace to try it with varying degrees of success. Sam didn’t want Jell-o, so he proceeded to use his straw to eat his honeydew melon (he would “core” out a little piece and then suck it up in the straw)… we’re a classy bunch.

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March 23rd, 2008 at 6:13 pm

Sam’s nose…

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I was going to wait until I got the picture I took of it off the camera, but…

Within 45 seconds of my walking in the door last night Sam was crying. He and Jake had been watching a DVD and Grace was messing with the little DVD player and Jake had told her to stop. So Grace was mad at Jake, but because she couldn’t get high enough she turned her head sideways and BIT the bridge of Sam’s nose, leaving bright red grooves on the sides. *sigh*

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March 22nd, 2008 at 7:58 am

Guess what Grace’s favorite movie is right now?

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She’s sitting in her chair and, at the top of her lungs:

“TOMORROW I LOVE YA A DAY AWAY!”


Oh, and a slightly older one that Alicia sent me in e-mail one day:

Sam (playing with pegs): “That’s it Grace–put it back. Now, don’t disturb me again!”

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March 21st, 2008 at 7:11 pm

This… is cookie frog

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I’m not sure how many of you have heard the stories about cookie frog (a name dreamed up by Sam for the little plastic frog he acquired from… somewhere)

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For a month or two cookie frog did almost everything with sam; ate meals, took naps, played with toys. The one thing he didn’t do was go to bed at night with Sam, because cookie frog needed to sleep in his cave (which was a lantern shaped candle holder in our bedroom). Every night Sam would bring cookie frog in and put him to bed in his “cave”. Somewhere along the way cookie frog was misplaced and, though not forgotten, wasn’t as vital a part of Sam’s day.

A week or two ago Alicia found cookie frog again, under the sofa, and he is once again a near constant companion. The other morning when Sam and Grace got up there was this exchange about the beloved toy.

Sam (after retrieving cookie frog from his cave): Cookie frog needs to rest before he gets up this morning, so I’ll just hold him.

Grace: Ohhh cookie fwog sick?

Sam: No Grace! He’s not SICK. He’s just a TOY!

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February 26th, 2008 at 8:45 am

Sam-ism of the day

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Alicia: Sam, come here and let me fix your hair
Sam (running in, plopping down on mom’s lap): “Speak a’ devil, here I am”

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January 18th, 2008 at 1:00 pm

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Jakeism’s 2007

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(which sounds better than “My son, the smart###” which was my original title for this entry)
In an earlier iteration of this site I used to post “Jakeisms” when Jake would say something entertaining or amusing.  Tonight while he was practicing violin he got distracted by the Christmas tree and I said:

“Jake, I don’t think the christmas tree is part of your practice”

at which point he broke into a very nice rendition of “Oh Christmas Tree” completely by ear… with a big “I’m so clever” grin on his face… *sigh*

Edit:
As I was posting this Alicia chimed down from upstairs that Grandma had just told Sam to go potty.

Sam: “I don’t go potty without an assistant. I don’t know what that means but…”

*sigh*

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December 14th, 2007 at 9:37 pm

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