Going back through my old Facebook posts, I realized that I need to put some of these in the blog...
So I'm 99% used to the belly at this point. How I walk, my reflection, even how I squeeze past things. However my shadow gets me every time.
Although she's ELATED that I have my lap back, Samantha did inform me that it would be ok to have another baby because my lap would come back again.
Last night in the car "Samantha, I just want quiet right now. Please tell your story in your head."
"But MOM I can't hear it then! MOM I there isn't anything there- I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING IN MY HEAD!"
Samantha's current life plans are: Marrying Hyunseok, having 10 kids and living on another planet...like Arkansas.
Me: "What is she cooing at?"
Jeremy: "The fan...Just like Sam did. They love fans. They're fan fans."
WHY can I not stop giggling??
"Why don't you have your shirt on?"
"Because I had to go potty."
-Proof that my child is not awake when she gets up in the middle of the night
Conversation heard this morning:
"Daddy! WAtch this!"
"No, Sam, no, I don't want to-why are you unbuttoning your pants?"
"I wanna show you something!!"
"No, I don't want you to take off your pants."
"No, I wanna show you this."
"Oh, you can button your pants by yourself? Oh, good girl."
"Mommy, your throat hurts, doesnt it?...Mommy, you have a sore throat, don't you?...MOMMY WHY ARE YOU NOT TALKING TO ME?!?"
An exhausted Jeremy and I are "texting" via pen and paper between the basement and main floor. The delivery method? An energy filled 4-year-old.
Last week Samantha was in tears when she found out that she didn't get to go to Mass last Sunday with us. She usually fidgets the WHOLE time and wants to practice gymnastics on the kneelers and gets in trouble so I was totally floored. She sobbed that she didn't care that she was at mimi's, she had wanted to go to church.
"Do you know what tomorrow is, Sam?!"
"Um...yes...but what ELSE is it?"
"Um.........OH! my BIRTHDAY!!"
Sam got some awesome boots from The Fort for her birthday. She bumped herself a few times but instead of throwing a fit and screaming bloody murder she'd pause, wince and then say, "It's ok. I'm tough now cause I'm a cowgirl."
"Mommy, the basement is all picked up!"
"It is? Great!"
"Yep! Um...don't go down and check, ok?"
Nice try, kiddo....nice...try...
yesterday I got Lucy and Samantha to play with sticks, pinecones, clover, grass and leaves. They had a blast. Laura Ingalls would be proud.
"Leave her alone. LEAVE her alone! LEAVE HER- go to time-out for not listening."
"But MOMmy, you said, BEAVER alone...*chuckle chuckle*"
Samantha is supposed to be sleeping...she's trying to convince me she's asleep by "snoring" and exhaling "mememememememe..."
"Mommy...I love love love having a baby sister. I love her more than a light can shine."
-Samantha at least once a day
- Nebraska, United States
- A would-be stay at home mom working full-time as a teacher. I teach at my old Highschool, working side-by-side with my own teachers. I blog to keep the Texan grandparents updated and chronicle our life for future reference. (In other words, I don't have a real baby-book or diary.) Comments make my day. Thanks for stopping by! kimlepper at gmail.com