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May 15

Way Back Wednesday

(Here’s a post from May, 2008.  Reading it made me smile, remembering my two year old Samilicious Boy.  He’s grown up a lot in the past five years, but his personality is still the same.)

Sam tried to bake his ducks

Being the good mom, thought I’d whip up some cookies for my children. My mother bought me some cookie dough, so I put the oven on three fifty to preheat and spooned out the dough onto the cookie sheet – after a few minutes, I opened the oven to discover that my son had put his two favorite stuffed animals (Quackie 1 and Quackie 2) into a sleeping bag cover bag and stuffed it into the oven. Where I baked it.

I feel as though am I ill prepared for a boy. For this boy – Jessica would NEVER have attempted this. It just wouldn’t have occured to her… I could have burned the whole apartment down if I had actually let the oven preheat the way I’m supposed to – fortunately, I’m not a patient baker and the ducks just got a little toasty, and not actually hot enough to catch on fire. Did I mention it’s a gas stove??? I knew he put stuff in the microwave, I’m used to opening that and finding straws or toys or measuring cups – but he’s never done the oven before. I’m afraid of what he’ll do next.

I was on the phone with my mother, telling her what her grandson had just done – when I realized that he was standing on the desk next to the computer, applying sunscreen to the monitor…. he’s lucky he’s cute. He toddled out of Jessie’s room earlier with a pull up on his head like a hat, sucking on a medicine dropper like it was a cigar. It’s moments like that – that’s what’s saving him from me killing him.

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