Sipsey Sam (10-11-08)

This was Sam's first camping trip that wasn't in the backyard. We spent a day in Bankhead National Forest (Sipsey Wilderness) where we camped, hiked, and fished.

The wildlife was very angry with us. We were ferociously attacked by alligator gar while fishing. A moccasin that I know in my heart was 12 feet long tried to carry off our kayak. Jennifer ran it off while I did my traditional native American snake deliverance dance. I found chiggars on parts of my body I have never seen without a mirror.

Sam joins me in the snake deliverance dance.


Sam loves the kayak! As long as it's not in the water.


Everyone follows Sam to the water spicket.

He hates his life jacket but this is comfortable?


I do not know what is wrong with this child.

Just another day....

I eat my breakfast.



I lay around the house til 10:00.



Then I go to daycare.



I come home and do my chores.



I eat dinner.

And before I go to bed I like to hang upside down.

A new noise....

BPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPB
BPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPB
BPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPB

BPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBP!!

A year and a day

Sam's birthday is today. We are having a party for him this coming Saturday. But, we went ahead and had a pre-party today. He's 366 days old today....thanks to leap year.

He loves cupcakes and his new rocking moose!

Sam of Boston

Here are some pics of Sam's favorite things from Boston.

His favorite British cannon was parked right next to the tree where George Washington took over the Army on July 3, 1775. There are some Harvard "mathletes" attempting to play sports in the background.

Obviously, MIT felt like home. Sam was overjoyed to finally see the Guggenheim Aeronautical Building.



Piccolo Nid0, "Little Nest", was one of the best Italian meals we've ever had....as good or better than what we had in Italy. The only thing Sam liked better than the gnocchi was the Russian waitress.



Sam said there was a ballpark we needed to see. Too bad it was All-Star week.



Jen was absolutely hellbent on touring the Sam Adams brewery. No one under 11 months was given a sample thank goodness.

Farewell, Mullet

Sam recently had his first hair cut. While the rattail brought back fond memories of our own childhood, it had to go. Otherwise, Sam would be required to get a "3" tatoo immediately. Unfortunately, nothing complements a muscle shirt and denim cut-offs like a rattail...so much for his favorite outfit. For those of you concerned about the fate of the rattail, it is preserved for posterity in the obligatory Baby's First Curl box.


Sorry for the time gap between posts.

Poofs Poofs Poofs!!!!

I don't know why I call them poofs. They look like poofs. Sam loves poofs! He loves them so much he glued them to his face.....

We record this in the archives of history as poofs are his first self feeding.