Samvent Day 8

Because Lisa Jackson-Schebetta, Sam and I went for a walk around Greenlake today-- and Jeanmarie, Sam and I had walked on Friday-- I was thinking about Sam's pals. This is another blast from the recent past. Lisa had walked over to meet me at the hospital and we were going to go to lunch and Costco. But this was the day they came to me and said, "Hey, wanna take your kid home early?" So, this is one of the last pictures of Sam in the hospital. The fabulous blanket is from his Great Grandma Saine.

Samvent Day 7

Ah, the whole family.

Samvent Days 5&6

So, an "exersaucer " (we like to think of it as Sam's own personal evil command center) arrived on our doorstep this morn. I was wise to hold off on the photos yesterday to save up for THE INCREDIBLE CUTENESS of Sam here.

Monk also approves of this toy.

"Look my cat minion, an evil command center from which we can rule!"

"Yes, oh Junior Cat Master....yeesss!"

Samvent: Days 3&4

Thank you Tiffy, for keeping me honest. And making me laugh with the "Sarah-- where is the sprog blog update!" Sam and I were making xmas cookie dough today. I keep trying to get him to full on smile, but the camera distracts him.

To Spokane for Government Conspiracy Holiday!The rearview/baby-spy mirror fell down in Charlie's car, so the only way of verifying that Sam was alive was through some backwards photography. Also, I was bored.

Then I took pictures of us.

Sam only deigned to wake up when the car stopped moving of he was hungry. At which point, he howled.

Guarding the cranberry muffins, on the Day of the Turkey.

(Note the FABULOUS striped pants. Also, he's got halloween/Harvest jack o'lantern socks on.)

Charlie, in his "Thanksgiving" t-shirt.

Look! It's a holiday table!

And then it started to snow...

There was more the next day but I didn't take pictures. Most of you know how I feel about snow. And if you don't I suspect you do after that statement. Don't let the smiles in the snow pictures fool you.

That's a blob of snow on his head, to make it more apparent. Ah, the magic, the wonder of my son's first snowfall.

It. Was. Cold.

Becky and Howard's friends Brenda and Jared, as well as their two girls, Stevie (17) and Carson (18 mo) came for dinner. Lovely, lovely family. Carson is shown here-- a vision of what we may be looking forward to.

Dos Krauters and Un Kovasky, in repose on Friday. Plus a rare photo of Simon the cat.



Sam and his Great Aunt Becky

This would be Becky mid-imitation of Carson's "DUDE!"

Sam and Becky

A Short Series Where Howard and Sam Have a Conversation

I guess they are Great-Great Uncle John and Aunt Loyal. Well, David's fabulous parents, at any rate. They were in town after Thanksgiving and we all had dinner on Sunday. John grabbed Sam right off-- he's a master.

These are all of our photos. Howard has sent me the ones he and Becky took, so I'll add those later this week. Given how fussy Sam's been -- possibly teething?-- it's an achievement to get these up!

Now, Thanksgiving is called Government Conspiracy Day by my friend Erin and I because it was invented during the Civil War era/Reconstruction as a means to unite the country. Don't believe me? Look it up, people. I like turkey as much as the next gal, but I don't like propoganda! As someone who spends a considerable amount of time reading about the Restoration period in England, I can tell you that Pilgrims are nothing to be proud about being descended from.

Sam-vent: Day 2

We've always liked this picture-- even with the feeding tube. Don't know how many people have seen it! For one thing, it was one of the first ones with his eyes open. For another, the hat was spectacular. I was SO hoping to keep it, but it fell on the floor and had to go to general laundry, thus lost to us forever. Now, just compare this boy to the one below. This was from the first week of July.

It's a Sam-vent Calendar!

Yes, well, it's a weak bit of wordplay, but at least I'm trying. I thought I might try to do a 25 days of Sam thing. I mean, as far as I can tell blog equals captive audience.

This was taken moments ago, as Samuel Zephyr took a post-prandial snooze on Charlie. I especially like how you can see all his fat folds and rolls.