Sam Digest, Part 2

I had so much fun writing about the exploits of Sam, that I thought I'd put in a few I forgot or add anecdotes from this week.

Sam likes to watch "BDDs" and "moomies".   (DVDs and movies.) Once after an ad, he got excited about BDD and Boo Ray!

Up til now, Sam has only said "love you" to Aidan, and only twice. I've never heard him say it (and he hasn't seemed to get the sign) to anyone else. However, as we were dropping off Jed at work this week Sam told him, "Bye, Daddy! Mwah. (blown kiss) Love you!" :D

Sam saw a Polar Springs delivery truck with the whole side open in a parking lot the other day. He showed me the "geen truck" and asked me very curiously, "Mama, truck doing?" I told him it was a water bottle truck and it was making deliveries to stores. He looked at it wistfully and said "I wanna water bobble." 

I had to take Sam with me to my psychiatrist appointment. As we were in the waiting room, Sam brought me every bottle of hand sanitizer he could find and put it next to me on a table. The first one he brought me, he pumped into his hand and used properly. The next one, he said "TWO!" excitedly and banged them together. Another one was "Fee!" and the next one "Fo!". I thought he only knew the word two, I didn't realize he could count to four!

Now, Dr. S is a nice man who is rather stuffy and formal. He is also very calm and collected, even when someone he is working with is hysterical. But when Sam entered his office, he seemed rather nervous. The longer Sam was in there exploring, the more he began to sweat and be distracted. Sam must have touched everything, left a fingerprint or crumb on each reachable surface or item and commented, coherently and incoherently, on everything he could see. By the time my 15 minute appointment was over, Dr. S was almost shaking. I thought I was going to have to call the paramedics for the doctor! I loved the relief and surprise on Dr. S's face when Sam said, "See ya, Dock Tor" on the way out of the office. I guess some people were made to handle mental patients and some to handle toddlers.

Sam's been cranky at bedtime lately because we've been putting him down too late. One night when I was putting him in his pajamas, I was trying to get him to point to his body parts, but he didn't want to cooperate.
Mommy: Touch your knees, Sam.
Sam: No knees.
Mommy: Where's your elbows?
Sam: no my elbows!
Mommy: Do you have a head?
Sam: NO!!! NO HEAD!
 Since he was being so obstinate, but repeating everything I said, I decided to up the ante a little for my own entertainment.
Mommy: I'm going to tickle your patellas!
Sam: No my pa-tellas!
Mommy: Where's your clavicle?
Sam: NO CLAV-A-CLE.
Mommy: I'm going to grab your phalanges!
Sam: NO MY LAN-GEES!!
Mommy: I'm going to get your gluteus!
Sam: I NO WAN MY GLEE US!!
LOL! I couldn't stop cracking up. I had him so mad and all worked up that I felt kind of bad, but how often do you hear a baby try those words? And then tell you he doesn't want his gluteus? Rofl!

We take Jed to work every weekday morning, and Sam loves to talk about the cars he sees and babble things we don't understand and ask for movies and sing. One morning, he was just staring out the window very quietly and we assumed he was checking out cars. We asked him, "Sam, what cars do you see? Can you tell us about the cars?" He was quiet a moment longer and then he turned forward and said very clearly, "Mama, bubbles are balls."  WOW! Here we thought he was just looking at what he could see, and instead he was connecting inside his mind the relationship in shape between two very different, yet similar, objects; neither of which were in his line of sight nor current possession. He just blows us away.

Sam reminds us a lot of Michael, who at three told us that "zero was the middlest number, there must be things less than zero". At the same age Mike could take a screenshot of a computer game, open it in Paint, draw on it, and set it as his desktop background without our help and before we knew he could read. No wonder Mike told us "I'm NOT THREE ANYMORE!!" and when we asked "Well then, how old are you?" he said "Thixth!" Mentally, he probably was six.