Veggie Tales!

Dear Samuel,
You love Veggie Tales. You love Bob. Everyone is Bob. Larry is Bob. Junior Asparagus is Bob. Bob is Bob. And you love the theme song! Daddy finally figured it out tonight when you got up to push some buttons on the DVD player. He saw that you would get up and try to replay it each time after the tuba-playing theme song. Once you got it to start over, you would just sway gently to the music and watch the screen. This time I held you in my lap and watched to see what you would do. Sure enough, after the theme song, you would get up and push a bunch of buttons in effort to play the song again. We are going to find the Silly Song DVDs! I am so glad you really like music. Mommy calls you her little head-banger. Tonight you did your head-banging to some music at the church. It was so cute and so terribly funny! You are such a character. Just wait--Mommy will teach you how to make all those faces.
I Love You!

It's Head-Slapping Funny!

Samuel, you are such a HAM! One of your favorite new ways to get laughs is to stop, look at us and slap yourself on the head. Usually this makes one of us laugh, and you laugh right along! You love, love, LOVE to put things in boxes and take things out. Mommy had some old computer disks that Daddy was going to throw away, but you discovered them and have had so much fun passing them back and forth to me through the dining room chairs. You love this. I can just sit there and you will hand them all to me, and then raise your hands palms up facing out as if asking, "What do I do now?" or "Where are the rest?". The funniest part is that you make this noise that just sounds like a question mark. It's an exclamation and question all at once. You use this for many different things when something runs out or you have a question about something.
You are the cutest little boy. Mommy loves you very much. Peaceful dreams, little one.

Mistakes I WON'T Make Again

Mistakes I won't make again: letting you hold a tube of diaper cream while in my arms, as I get engrossed in other activities. A few evenings ago I was holding you and doing something that required my attention. You sometimes get in the mood of poking at my face and ears for fun, and this night you were putting your finger in my mouth so that I would bite it gently. For some reason, all babies seem to enjoy biting their own hands, and then sharing in the fun by letting their daddy bite their hand as well. The mind of a toddler is unique :) Anyway, after about 3 or 4 bites of your finger, I finally realized that is was creamier than usual (usually, no cream is involved period). I looked over and realized you had a tube of diaper cream in one hand, and a white creamy finger on the other. AAAHHHHHH! You're feeding me diaper cream from who knows where!!! We'll, I did know where, and it didn't bring me any comfort in knowing. What insued was a classic fit of spitting and tongue wiping to try and cleanse my tongue (and mind) of the event. The next time I bite your fingers, you had better believe I'll be looking first...and no more diaper cream tubes for YOU.
Love,
Baba