It is one day before his birthday and I am just all nostalgic for his birth and him being a baby. He is not a baby anymore, and it is hard for me to digest that.
So let's discuss what it means to be a Samuel James Cooprider.
It means that you love trains (Thomas, Edward, and Henry...) and cars and airplanes and the color purple. You got it folks, Sam loves the color purple.
It means being super strong willed and really good at ignoring my voice when he is running towards the road or into the neighbors yard.
It means being able to climb into incredibly strange and unsafe places. Like the counters using the knobs of the drawers below, or the kitchen table, or two bins stacked on top of each other. Or my favorite non-dangerous place, underneath the fitted sheet of his bed. He actually fell asleep that way last night.
It means communicating more with your body than with your voice. It means being able to repeat actions of a song only after seeing it once. For example he does the actions/dance to "Follow the Prophet" really well! It means singing "Let it Go!" in a really deep little boy voice along with his sister.
It means being a big helper when it comes to cleaning. Today he helped me mop the floor -- moving around the kitchen saying "Mop! Mop! Mop!" for 10 minutes.
It means being feisty with everyone in the family. He likes to say "stop" with his hand help up in front of him, just to look really intimidating.
It means being a snuggly person -- which is nice for mom and dad! It is also nice for Lucy when he gives her hugs.
It means trying to spend a lot of of time in the bathroom trying to brush his teeth. Even when no one is around, he takes every opportunity to brush his teeth and suck the toothpaste out of the tube.
It means being so darn cute that is hard to be mad at him. Once he smiles with his big toothy grin you kind of can't think ill of him. He is one super and spectacular kid, and we are glad he is two!
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