Good words to describe Sam could be over-indulged child (like the fact that he owns at least 10 costumes and yet I spent my entire evening tracking down a "Dark Knight" costume because he'd rather be that than Ironman, which we bought 3 weeks ago), but somehow he keeps his sunny, friendly, highly-positive, sweet disposition, so Matt and I shrug and say, "Eh, hard to deny him." That kid always has plans. He's 99% Matt, with my social spark: he finds people wildly entertaining and enjoyable. He's knows all of his letters and numbers (up to 40) by sight, and is starting to relay his feelings/desires in fluent Spanish. His teacher said that he's definitely the most direct and assertive (albeit the youngest), and one of the smartest in the class. Let's hope he doesn't blow it all by voting Republican. ; )~
Winter is approaching. I can hear it in Matt's whimpers and sighs. My biggest winter challenge won't be shoveling all the snow, but keeping Sam in line. My flowers are dying, the grass is trying to choke out one last meaningful burgeon, and I've decided that I'll never dwindle time again with the fool-hardy mums. They last but a week or two. Hopeless.
We're heading down to French Lick Springs Thur-Fri for Fall Break, because preschoolers who are only in school 15 hours a week need respite from their harrowing schedules. The timing was perfect for Matt's CLE class (snoooooooze to the commoner), so Sam and I can get in some good swimming time at their wicked indoor pool.
