Sunday, February 22, 2009


The Question?
Have we cut Samantha's hair?
I repeat...the answer is no.

Her hair. Just. Fell. Out.
Just a few hairs at a time...but before we knew it, it was mostly gone. I've called the doctor on three separate occasions, and have been told to not worry. So, I won't. At least, try not to. As we look back it is quite sad to see it go. But rest assured, it is growing.

March 2008
June 2008
August 2008
December 2008
February 2009
Lydia is looking at her thinking, "Seriously Sammie, you are really having a bad hair day."

Friday at the Houston Zoo

Samantha's first trip to the zoo was about a year ago. Now that she is familiar with animals and their sounds, the zoo was much more fun the second time around.We spent a lot of time visiting each animal...especially the "ninkos."Sam spent about a half an hour straight chasing butterflies. While at the elephants, she must have found ants because her hand had a bunch of bites. We took a quick trip to the first aid clinic for ointment. They gave us 2 tokens for the carousel just for visiting...we'll have to remember that next time.She could have riden 8 times! The reptiles and fish were also an exciting stop. She spent time at each window finding the frogs, turtles and fish.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

We are potty training!

First, the baby...then Sammie.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Thursday, February 12, 2009

More Sleep...

Sam has always been a great sleeper. Now, don't think I am about to tell you otherwise...there has just been a modification to her current wake-up routine.

We put her to bed at 8:30pm. She wakes up around 9am. I get her up, change her diaper and get her dressed and we begin our day with breakfast and Mickey Mouse.

Until lately...her new morning conversation is as follows..."Mama down."
I get her out of bed.

"No diaper."
Refuses a diaper change and immediately says,

"Piddow. Blankie. 2 Binkies.
More Sleep."

She is asking for her pillow and blankie so she can lay on the floor with her binkies, and yes, there are 2 of them.

"Mama, go away. More Sleep."
Seriously, she is asking me to go away! So...I leave. And she stays. Today she laid there for another half hour. Alone. On the floor.