My little Sam is not a baby, he is not a toddler, he is not even a preschooler. He is now just a crazy big elementary-aged kid. A kid who is unlike any other. He makes me want to laugh out loud and spank his little butt, frequently at the same time. I've had to master biting the inside of my cheek and just walking away. I probably have a callous.
This year he is obsessed with SpiderMan. He got SpiderMan sheets, SpiderMan actions figures, SpiderMan hoodies, and even SpiderMan Mr. Potato Head. He was in heaven.
Libby put her new sewing skills to work and made him pajama shorts. He loved them and didn't even mind that they weren't SpiderMan.
Happy Birthday Little Man Sam!
2 comments:
no no no. he cannot be that old! it makes me sad that it has been so long since we were there.
no no no. he cannot be that old! it makes me sad that it has been so long since we were there.
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