Sam is playing a game where he loads up a plastic strawberry on the scoop and then watches in delighted anticipation as it slowly tips down while repeatedly asking me “Are you ready?! Are you ready mommy?!”
After we picked up Nathan at school today, Sam noticed that there were a bunch of little white floaty seeds on the ground. When he picked one up the wind quickly blew it out of his hand and into the parking lot, and was he was so thrilled with this discovery he spent the next 20 minutes picking up seeds and letting the fly, all the while yelling “Mira! Mira, mommy, mira!” and laughing like crazy.
While I was reading to Nathan tonight (from the diary of Grandma and Gramps’ last visit in anticipation of their arrival tomorrow), Sam wandered away to look at his big Dogs book. As I was finishing up and dragging Nathan into bed, Sam suddenly announced, pointing at the basset hound, “Oh, no! Mommy! Doggy sad! Doggy cwying! Uh-oh!” He even dragged Nathan over to take a look, who responded by telling him in a very grown-up way that he didn’t think that dog was crying, Sam. Then he thought it over and agreed it probably was crying. We pat-patted the doggy to make him feel better.