It's an obsession. Yep, a toy Dyson is definitely on Sammy's Christmas list. I took this video after having cleaned the kitchen, and ten minutes later, he's still vacuuming. So then I decided to straighten the living room. And he's still vacuuming. I honestly don't know what else to do. So I'm blogging this. I guess I should fold laundry, but I really don't feel like doing all that bending right now. I've got a baby in the way, don't you know?
Fortunately, this correlated to Sammy's new-found obsession--quite literally an obsession--with the vacuum, so the kitchen floor had already been vacuumed twice this morning when this happened. All was not lost.
One of the ridiculous App Store purchases I've made is Elmo Calls where Elmo essentially FaceTimes with you--all for the low, low price of $5.99. (Additional calls may be purchased for only $1.99!) Yeah, it's ridiculous.
Well, tonight we had to call upon Elmo to relax our hysterical son after Dada had made him laugh so hard he couldn't calm himself as we were driving around town. I'm so glad Sean snapped this screen shot of Sammy midway through his chat with Elmo. His face perfectly displays how tightly we're wound around his sweet little finger. World, I present to you your king.
I guess it's about time Jedidiah made an appearance on this ol' blog. Wait...what's that? We named him, finally? Yes, that's right. We decided to opt out of naming him Seanson Football Hill--a glorious name in and of itself--and chose instead Jedidiah Paul Hill. (Jedidiah means "beloved of the Lord." It was a name we always loved since deciding on Samuel's name, and it just stuck with us. Paul is after my father.)
And here's his appearance:
Sean sent me this picture from the movie theater he's at tonight (watching the new James Bond film). He thought Sammy would like to see this. Without a doubt.
Sammy's been on a "boom" kick lately. He throws his pacis back in the crib. "Boom!" He throws the silverware from the dishwasher to the floor.* "Boom!" He throws acorns down the slide. "Boom!" Okay, maybe it's more of a throwing kick, but he just gets so excited to say "boom." This morning he started taking the piles of folded diapers and throwing them into the laundry basket. Of course, "Boom!"
Sammy's meme and papa brought back this little apron for Sammy from their trip to England last month. This morning, he's been testing it out with every activity he can think of.
Housework? Check. He went immediately to the dishwasher after we tied it on him.
Yard work? Check. Pushing his toy lawn mower is yard work, right?
Construction? Check. Those rocks in his rock box got moved hither and thither with not a fleck of dirt reaching Sammy's clothes.
Fun on the slide? Why not?!
That's the subject of the email I just received from my parents after they came across this gem while searching through old photos. I don't think we need any DNA tests to prove that Sammy is my son. He's even as goofy as I apparently was (and still am).
Sammy's been channeling his favorite Sesame Street smash hit "Outdoors" by Jason Mraz featuring Elmo lately. The mornings have been pretty chilly, but the afternoons in Gainesville have been quite wonderful. So after waking from his naps, we've been heading outdoors to do a bit of lawn mowing, playing in the rockin' turtle and leaving our favorite hippo in the planter...no, I think we like him better off the grilling patio.
Our forays into the backyard have also prompted the use of a new word in Sammy's vocabulary: gee. It means "please." He'll walk over to what he wants, be it swinging in the swing, climbing the ladder or climbing, yes climbing, the slide, turn to us, and say "gee" to get one of us to come over and help him. It's a far cry, quite literally, from the aptly-named pterodactyl scream that used to pierce the air whenever he wanted something. Oh, how nice it is to have a sweet-tempered child.
I'm getting a kick out of my two boys tonight, and, no, I'm not including my unborn child in this (although I am getting a lot of kicks from him too). I'm over here relaxing on the couch, reading the 15+ blogs I follow (Don't judge. I had to pick up something new when I decided to ditch watching TV shows on Netflix.), when I notice my son watching Sesame Street on YouTube and my husband playing a new video game on his phone (notice his thumb placement on the screen). Nothing else is happening. We're having a lazy night tonight.
