Posts tagged Sam
Posts tagged Sam
No pictures, please.
I love Sam.
I’m wearing nothing but a diaper and sneakers without socks. Because I’m a freedom loving toddler.
Auntie T says she’s having psychic visions of my first year at UMass. I say BRING. IT. ON.
I can’t wait to be “that guy.”
Grampa should be here any minute with pizza.I win at life.
What’s up guys?
I’m swimming. For freedom.
Okay. Maybe I’m just sitting. But sitting is also an important part of freedom.
Now if only someone will deliver me some pizza. For America.
Starting tomorrow, I will be spending the week on the beach with this little dude.
We are going to spend out time having intellectual discussions about the state of politics and the need for more funding for education,
We might lay face down on blankets and nap in between eating sand.
The jury is still out.
Every time you say “Go Patriots!!” Sam throws his arms up in the arm like he’s signaling a touchdown.
Ummm … excuse me please, I don’t mean to be impolite, but that’s MY Elmo. I love my little cousin, she’s very sweet, but what if she sucks on his nose? Only I am supposed to suck on his nose.
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy … I saved him from Miss BossyPants and now this? What do I do?
Ummm … excuse me. Big people? Big people???? Can someone help me save Elmo without making this a “thing”?
I need a little assist. Mommy? Daddy? Tumblr?
[Editor’s Note: I saw this picture and this is what I thought of and then Sam’s Bubbe sent me an email saying the same thing. Great minds y’all.]
Old-Timey Picture Sunday.
Sam when he was shiny and new and still had that new baby smell.
Sam made getoutoftherecat.
I’m so very proud of him.