Sam woke up in one of those moods. You know, when you can't live without ALL of your giraffe toys in your arms? It happens to all of us.
What can I say? The boy loves his "ah-waffs".
"Sam, where are your giraffes?"
Giraffe attacks are funny.
Sam has been so helpful this morning. I'm on day 4 of waking up totally exhausted (thank you sinus infection) but he has been an angel. Handing me tissues, putting toys away and giving me kisses on my cheek.
I had a little sneezing fit after breakfast and when I had finished there was Sam at my feet stroking my knee. "You aright? You aright, Mommy?" I couldn't help but pick him up and squeeze the little man. He is such a love!
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He is such a handsome boy. But what happened to his eye? Aren't you taking this Harry Potter thing a bit far? I'm calling CPS.
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