Monday Morning

So "Bill Grogan's Goat" is blaring through the house (the tragic yet redemptive story of a thieving goat's near death on train tracks). Sam is marching around wearing a huge yellow rubber glove on one hand and with the other, pulling his wagon of tools, most of which he can identify: "wench! scu-dwiva! saw! hamma!"

Oh, oh... new scene. He has abandoned the tool wagon for a rolling file cart. He has laid Mr Frog in it and is pushing him around the coffee table, marching briskly to "...found a peanut, found a peanut." Now, having suddenly cast himself upon the floor, he is kicking his legs and shouting, "mine! wench!"

I'm going to take a shower.

MINE!

MINE!

(referring to the camera. I offered to trade my camera for his popsicle, and steam started coming out of his ears.)

Damage Assessment

Tonight Sammy squirted the better part of a bottle of Ranch dressing onto his plate (which is shaped like a banana leaf and was a gift from Tamara, thank you Tamara). I was away answering the door and Danny was in the shower while the crime took place. Later we discovered the mess.

I was irritated. It was a new bottle of dressing and I don't like waste. Plus, the sole purpose of Ranch dressing is to encourage Sam to eat raw vegetables, not drown them. Danny said, "At least it's all on the plate and not everywhere else." I chewed on my lip for a few moments, reflecting.

Sometimes the most you can hope for is containment.

Haircut

Sammy haircuts have become events, the way an outing to a small European country might be an event. "Christopher Robin, give me back my Sam!" I declare to his moppy head. And then off we go to "PonyTails & Crew Cuts" in Cotswald. To begin with, Sam is treated to a choice of seats. He likes the big red "pleen." His flying suit is floppy green cape. A vast array of distractions encircles him. For example, a DVD of "Happy Feet" blares nearby. Once the comb and scissors appear, so do the Skittles.

Sammy's chipmunk-cheeks bulge with more Skittles.





Done! (sort of)

Bail Bondsman Moves In

Right, so Danny has been looking for a renter for his office building. Lucky for us, he found one who is in business with Christ (!!!). Business is booming for Elliot and his divine cohort; apparently they need more space. They are also bounty hunters.

I thought our sins were not so much "payless" as "paid in full" by Jesus, but whatever the case, Elliot and JC let you make payment plans. I'd be the last to rock Elliot's theological boat. He's got guns.

His website reads: "Sin will take you further than you want to go, keep you longer than you want to stay and charge you more than you want to pay." Followed by: "Try Payless Bail Bonds! We will wipe your tears away!"

I Can Grow People

Abuelita and Sam work on "What does the cow say?" while I knock out my superpower gig.

Sam loves to water

Sam and Papi water the hydrangea. Sam is sporting his nifty Home Depot apron which says, "Hello, my name is SAMMY." :-)

Sam is very frugal in that each plant only gets 3 or 4 drops. However, he is also very generous--the weeds get watered too.

Mud!!