My Sammy is not a baby any more. I look at him lately and I definitely see a little boy. He is a unique and amazing kid with a sweet and gentle soul. He loves to give kisses and "muh"s (kind of like a kiss, but without the pucker). He has recently been given chores, and what he loves to do is clean the toilet. He loves to just splash around in the water with the brush. The other day I asked him to empty the bathroom garbage, too, and then I went to take the kitchen garbage outside. When I came back, he had put a new garbage bag in the kitchen trash, put the gargage trash into it, and put a new bag into the bathroom garbage. He did a more thorough job than most adults. What a kid. He loves the movie Despicable Me, especially Vector. He says, "oh yeah!" just like him and randomly brings up "magnitude." Sam has a fantastic smile that charms everyone. He's a Sunbeam at church now, and since I'm always in the room, he wants to follow me around or sit with me. For a couple of weeks it was a problem, because then Vivian wanted to also follow me around or sit with me, and I have responsibilities to take care of. I felt like a mama duck with my 2 little ducklings trailing along behind. We've reached a compromise now: he sits with Grace's class. Even if she isn't there yet, he just sits down in her row by himself and is perfectly well behaved. When his class leaves, he goes with them, with no fuss, but for some reason he just won't sit with them during singing and sharing time. What a goofball.
