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Here's an interesting set of pics. The photo on the right is my father when he was not quite a year old. The one on the left was taken when Sam had just turned one. They don't look exactly alike, but at this angle, it seems like their noses are similar. I never noticed they were taken at the same angle, but I had them side by side on my fridge and my mother pointed it out. Don't worry, Gerry Ann, we know Sam takes more after your side of the family. In fact, Adam and my father think Sam looks exactly like Bill's mother, Gerry Ann. But, after looking at these photos, I think I might have had SOME influence on his genes.
This is the view you get when you walk into the house. 

Those doors in the kitchen lead to this beautiful patio. See my little boy peeking his head out?
We rearranged it a bit, but this is what it looked like when we were sitting down for a meal last week. Notice all the boxes in the background?
Our bedroom upstairs. We need to paint!
This will be Sam's bedroom once the weekend is over. My brother and sister-in-law will be staying in here over the weekend.
This is where Sam is sleeping right now. That chest of drawers and the headboard from the other photo in Sam's room belonged to my granddaddy when he was a child.
This is the view from the stairs to the den (downstairs).
Backwards view.
The sunroom downstairs. We don't have any furniture for it yet, so it's in disarray.
We already tackled one project. Bill and my father replaced the faucet in the kitchen. The other one must have been installed when the house was built in 1985.
They worked really hard.
I don't know how he fit under there.
Sam watering my plants. I finally bought him his own watering can.
Sam's a big hugger. Elijah came over today and Sam got a chance to hug him while we were outside playing.
Here is Sam giving Elijah a hug at the Bluegrass Festival we went to a couple weeks ago.
Sam enjoying a balloon his grandmother stole for him from Lowes Food.
His first fish - we went trout fishing on Saturday with my parents and my daddy's cousin and his daughter (so, my cousins too). Sam was a little grossed out. We smoked them with some applewood off our new apple tree (we have two - plus we have a pear tree). They were delicious!
Sam drew this on the Etcha-sketch and said it was a dog. WOW!
More later.
I want to share my award with Shannon. She is always faithful to leave me encouraging comments and is a huge supporter of my family. I love you, Shannon. I hope things are going well for you and JoJo the Monkey Boy. You're on my heart a lot lately.








We had a huge spread! The kids were itching to eat.
This is Sam's friend Ethan on the right. Sometimes Sam likes to throw things at Ethan's face and I'm not sure why. For the most part, they play nicely together.
And this is Ethan's Daddy, Jason, and his little brother Elliott. Elliott is a little clone of Jason, in my opinion.
Here's our new friend Melanie with her grill that she graciously let us use too.


Bill took this photo today. There's chalk all over Sam's clothes by the end of everyday. Not to mention, chalk on all the windows, fridge, dishwasher and stove. Even the TV has some. Today I found my pseudo-coffee table had something drawn in chalk on it. Mostly it's circles, but sometimes there are long lines. Yesterday he drew a long line and told me it was a bee. I really need to cultivate this, I know, but I'm not sure how - except to keep him exposed to lots of different coloring tools.
You may remember in one of my previous posts, Sam was standing on a kitchen chair to color in his coloring book on the table. I am really really nervous about him falling out of the chair by standing up or kicking the table or something. So, I keep the chairs pushed into the table in order to keep him out of them.
While I was preparing dinner tonight, I heard Sam say, "help" from the other room. I came in and this is what I found:
He had crawled up between the chairs and gotten stuck.
Don't let this sad face fool you - he's faking.
This was his face not one second later. Bill had to come help me get him out. I was laughing so hard and I couldn't, for the life of me, figure out how to finagle him out.
He's too much fun sometimes!