TV Days

Fatal Attraction is on in the background and I just told Sam to never date a woman named "Glenn."

I'm happy today, wonderfully happy. Happy that I have the parents I have (Debbie is a parent); happy that I have the best husband and child; happy about my family in general; happy that I can walk to the grocery; happy that I had lunch with my besty pal Eric.

My sister-in-law (sister, really), Beth, took Liam to see Dave Matthews this weekend. I hear that Liam was the superstar of the crowd. Finn, at the same time, was apparently sleeping at my dad's house with handcuffs on his ankles. Both: characters. I can't wait for Sam to do crazy things, to stand on his seat and watch a rock concert. The Brooks genes are strong genes when it comes to music.

Saw Kevin today, like I knew I would: veggie delight at Illinois Street.
I stopped buying plastic packaging. Influence.

Sam is taking steps, my hero. My little cute guy. I just turned to smile at him and he had a play grocery basket in his mouth.

LOVE!!

Now he's pulling on my shirt.

LOVE!!!!!!!

Uh-oh, rabbit cooking in the pot...must turn channel.

Parenting

...is difficult sometimes.

A few times I've wanted to scream, "For God's sake eat your fruit medley!"

But instead I smile, maybe giggle, tickle his toes and say, "Come on Sammy, airplane's comin' in for a landing..."

We went to the waterpark with Autie & Uncle Beth & Jason, Angie, cousins Eva, Liam & Finn today. Sam wasn't afraid of anything, water straight up the nose. He's so cool.

Beth and Liam are at Dave Matthews right now. When exactly did I slip into oblivion?

Matt is afraid to die...

Still, I tell him that it wouldn't kill him to wash a pan or clean Sam's bottles from time to time.

I'm so funny.

Daisies and Such

One thing I don't miss by staying home with Sam is office politics, office luncheons and, overall, offices.

Sam will be 10-months-old tomorrow and we'll celebrate at my, er, his favorite place, the Flying Cupcake. With those prices they'd better fly!

He took 2 steps on his own early this week, followed each day by at least one step. I'm trying to remember that song about putting one foot in front of the other...and soon he'll be walking out the door. I don't want that, but I'll love when he can walk because I won't have to CARRY him all the time. Oh, my little chunk.

I signed him up for school today, which begins September 4. It was fun filling out the paperwork - kids have so much paperwork! He's only going on Fridays, but it seems like such a big deal. My goal is to stay home and nap; I mean write. Yeah, yeah, write. So hard to do.

I keep stealing flowers out of the neighbors' yard because they're on vacation. : ) They have more than they can handle...

Daddy-o's birthday

Sam and I met my dad and Deb for lunch at the Illinois Street Food Emporium for my dad's birthday. We ran into my old beau Kevin, who joined us for a while, and seemed horrified that I was feeding Sam from a plastic container. I also tried to hide the bacon on my plate. : )

Sam is very sweet on my stepmom, Deb. She got up for a refill and he cried. I said, "Um, Sam, Mommy's here..."

But he's at my feet right now wondering why I'm not giving him total attention. Yea, he's still sweet on me too. Shew.

Happy Birthday, Dad.

The Deal

Last year I was preggo on the 4th of July, and Matt made me wear 2 thick blankets so as not to frighten "the baby." This year we had a little fireworks display for Sam in the backyard. He looked at us like, "This is very irregular, Mom and Dad." He wasn't afraid, though. Braveheart.

Sam is about to walk, holding his stance for several seconds at a time. Life is over for me now...!

Oh, but he's so ADORABLE, especially when he screams.

I told Matt that if he quits smoking I'll have another baby: he does something hard and I do something hard. ; )