January 14, 2008
Six weeks ago, Samwich was Typhoid Samwich. His victim count was ~20. They suffered. Damn rotavirus!
Luckily, he’s over that.
Here’s some positive Samwich news…
One: He’s standing – max time is ~ 5-10 seconds. Not bad one day short of his 10 month birthday.
Two: He’s “walking” – two to three steps, he can do. He gets so excited, he falls forward. Classic toddler walking failure mode – self inflicted loss of balance.
Three: He can do “Touchdown”, aka “So Big” aka “Yea Samwich”. I think of it as “65 Yards, Brady to Moss! Touchdown!” He can do this while standing without support.
One: He says “What’s That?” However, when you answer, he repeats said question. He’s “speak only”.
Two: If you say “I love you” he can work out “I luh”. Close enough. He says “I love you”.
He gets hugs, and will give you “kisses”. However, his kisses include grabbing both sides of your head (hair, ears, whatever), and pulling you in to bite you in the chin, jaw or lip. This was cool, except for the hair pulling part, until he got a tooth. Now, he uses the tooth as a puncture weapon. Its a shiv in disguise.
He’s the frigging terrorist. No negotiation. He’s killing us.
However, we love him.
This morning, Anh said that he went to the corner of the kitchen where my laptop is when I’m not working, and started crying. She interpreted this as “Where’s my maddy?”
He was very happy to see me when I came home tonight.
It was all good. Slobber and all.