This was Samuel’s third Sunday as a Sunbeam. I spent most of November and December utterly flabbergasted that my baby was old enough to be going to Sunbeams. The first Saturday of January, we had a Primary activity for the kids to meet their teachers and play a get-to-know-you game in their classrooms. Then everyone came back together and watched a movie with popcorn and twizzlers. Sam was stellar. He was so good, followed right along, and fit right in with all the other kids. I couldn’t believe it. Little Sam was so grown up.
Sunday, unfortunately, was not so effortless. Sam screamed and cried (I never would have thought that’s how he would react!) and was all over me as I tried to do Sharing Time. It was a huge struggle. The Sundays since have been just as trying. Samuel is having a hard time adjusting, and I really think it’s totally my fault. If I wasn’t in there, I think he’d be doing so much better. At least class time goes really well. He and I will just have to figure out how to make Sharing and Singing time work with Mommy there, too.
Samuel these days is growing up fast. He has so much to say, and does not stop talking . . . ever. He still loves to pretend, and he also enjoys making up crazy stories. He spent a good 10 minutes telling me about how he went swimming with a shark, and they were fighting, and it bit him so he bit the shark and they were both very hurt, and it was naughty to fight, so then he got out of the water and was cold and needed a towel but the towel was in the laundry and on and on and on. I wish I could remember the whole story. It was amazing.
We were driving in the car and I started singing a silly song. Sam, the bossy little thing, told me, “Stop that! Don’t sing Chicka Chicka!” So I asked what I should sing instead. “Sing I am a Child of God. That’s my favorite!” So we sang that instead. Then Sam was quiet for several minutes, kind of spacing and staring out the window. He broke the silence and explained to me, “Mommy, Jesus was a baby on his birthday. And Mary was Jesus Mommy and Joseph is the daddy and the three kings and wisemen brought Jesus his presents on camels.” Oh. He DOES listen.
I might have taken a turn a bit too fast one day when we were out. Sam hollered at me, “Whoa, Mom, be careful! You’re going to crash me!!”
With all the commotion that was going on in our house the last several weeks, Sam loved to follow the guys around, ask them their names, and find out what they were doing. “Hey man, what are you doing to my house?” It was all good and fun to have people in and out, but when they started taking things apart, Samuel was very ticked. “Noooo! Noo that’s my HOME, don’t break my HOME!!!”
I told you about Sam’s sad reaction to Owen’s 6 month check up. So, a couple weeks later, when we had to take O to the doctor when he was sick, Samuel was beyond concerned. He cried and cried most of the way there, telling me Owen was not sick anymore so I didn’t need to take him to the doctor again. “Owen’s go to the doctor already, he doesn’t need go again and get more pokes.” Once Sam figured he had me sufficiently convinced, he calmed down and turned to Owen. “It’s alright, Baby O. You don’t need to be afraid. We’re not going to the doctor for pokes. We’re going to see Grandpa W and the doggies!”
Last night, Caroline came to visit. We decided to go to Fuddrucker’s for dinner, but Caroline drove separately. Samuel was a bit concerned, and kept asking me where Caroline was, and if she was coming with us. When we were stopped at a traffic light, Sam gasped. “Oh no, Mom! Caroline’s going to get lost and go to McDonald’s!” Much to his surprise, Caroline did in fact find us at Fuddrucker’s.
Also at Fuddrucker’s, Sam was ”playing” one of the arcade games. He pulled out one of the big guns and started waving it in the air as he hollered, “Watch out everyone! Stand back!! I’m going to shoot now!” Seriously, you don’t want to mess with this kid.
