Laughing with Sarah

Huh. I'm not so great at these monthly updates anymore. Especially since Sam turns twenty-two months this upcoming Monday. But there are only a couple left before we hit two years, and then I will proclaim myself free to post (or not) whenever (or not) about Sam's milestones! Besides, we are just all having so much fun together - Matt, Sam, and me - that who has time to stop and write a blog post about it all? Let's start with pictures. Four of them. Eighteen months - May 21, 2015 Nineteen months (and three weeks...) - July 14, 2015 Twenty months (and three weeks...) - August 12, 2015 Twenty-one months (and three weeks...I am chronically late...) - September 14, 2015 Sam, I don't even know where to begin. We are two months away from your second birthday, and in the last four months, you have turned a huge corner. You talk to communicate your wishes. You have wishes and ideas. You understand things like being silly and joking around, and that something ...

If you were sitting across the aisle from me at Magpie Coffee right now, you would see a toddler with crazy hair who is sitting quietly next to his mama in a booster seat, eating a piece of toast and playing with a toy train, pausing periodically to flash his mama a smile or give her arm a hug. This is exactly what is happening right now. But that's not what I see. I see a toddler who will only eat his toast, and not any of his sausage. I see a mama who is fretting because he won't drink any of his milk on demand. I see a mama who is trying to figure out how to make sure that her blue-eyed 22-month old eats anything, and I mean anything, other than just carbohydrates. He ate carrots two nights ago, and maybe I can get some applesauce into him at lunch. Right now, I'd be pleased with a few bites or gulps of protein. I know that he likes sausage. I know that he likes milk. I know that he is a good eater. But as long as he has only eaten toast thus far, I will keep...