The Dryer

Did I mention that I lost track of Sam for a few days last week? It wasn't until I had to do laundry that I discovered him in the dryer. Just kidding!

Actually, Sam was playing outside with the dog and sticks, which are his favorite toys. I left the patio door ajar so he could run in and show me his treasures whenever he needed to. Anyway, I hadn't heard from him in about 30 minutes, and then I heard wailing. I rushed to the backyard and couldn't find him anywhere. Then I came back inside and realized he had gone in the laundry room and climbed into the dryer. But he was stuck! I was so overcome with compassion that I immediately fled the scene and got my camera. That made Sam really mad. :-( I'm happy to report that after some juice and crackers, we are best friends again. :-)

Stinker

Okay, so unrolling toilet paper is hardly breaking news in the history of toddler shenanigans. But for Sam it was very new and exciting. Actually it was breathtaking. I came upon the scene while his arms were swinging like the paddles of a windmill, slapping the spinning roll over and over until suddenly just the cardboard core bounced wildly on the holder. He swatted at it a few more times, his enthusiasm visibly deflating. Then he looked up at me with a huge grin. :-)

Wrestling!

During wrestling matches, it's pretty hard to tell who wins--Danny, Sam, or the Doberman?

Our Family

Corn on the cob