There is something special about being alone with Sam this week.Don't get me wrong, I want Matthew to be here. I want him here to scoff at the messes I have ignored, tell me I'm in a bad mood or even openly disagree with how I have dressed our son. Somehow I even miss all that along with all the good things he provides.
However, it is so much fun to spend every minute worrying about Sam. He has had my full attention from morning until night, and I love giving it to him. He is so cool. Sam has started giving "bumps" with fists and "showing his muscles" complete with straining grunts. But my favorite trick this week has to be "waaa-weee" (aka-sorry.) He hit me in the face this morning and when I started to (fake) cry, he petted my face softly and said "waaa-wee" so sweetly. Life could only be better if Matt was here to laugh with me.
Although it has been hard practicing single parenting, I am so thankful for every second that I get to spend with "Shmooly."
The doting will end after this next sentence.
Sam is so stinkin' handsome.


I point to the
I have been eating really well which means that we are going through diapers really fast.
We got out of the house yesterday and met Tyler and Quinn at the Mall. We were in a hurry to meet up with Bub for dinner so I made my decision fast. I made mommy buy me a "Rex" stuffed animal at the Disney store. I sure do like him, but
I also tested the
Mommy says she's not going to take me again tonight because I was a hassle, but I really loved listening to the music.

But how long do I allow him to even have it at night?
The blanket is something I can put up with forever. Grandma Bailey made it for him before he was born and he loves it so much.
Its so cute to see him cuddle up to it when you lay him in his crib. Sometimes when he is tired and I am not paying attention, he will pull it out of his bed and bring it to me. Such a sweet boy.
It sure is a pain to wash though. You have to time it just right so that its all cleaned and dried by the time his next nap comes along. And with Sam,