Sam, Sam the Gardening Man
Sam has been quite the budding horticulturalist lately. He loves to “plant” – move soil from one potted plant to another, usually exposing the roots or otherwise traumatizing the p...
What a Difference Two Half-Days Make
Alas, Sam’s first year of preschool has come to an end. Pardon me while I break out a hankie. He’ll be fine, I know, but will I? What a difference two half-days have made this year ...
The Bottom Comes Out on Top!
Wow! Who could ask for more, especially for a little boy who adores both trains and all things fire engine? Well, no one! We arrived down at the Bottom on Saturday morning to see what we could s...
The Terrible Threes?
After the past week, I was convinced that the Terrible Threes had entered the scene a couple of months early. I prepared myself for the worst, remembering my friend Vanessa’s experience that a...
Sam Has a Girl Friend
Sam has a real girl friend. She’s not a girlfriend, but a friend who happens to be a girl. He’s a little young for having a real girlfriend-kind-of-girlfriend as he’s not quite t...
Freaky Friday
Sam didn’t like me. Then I didn’t like myself. Pretty soon I didn’t like him either. With a ruined laptop and a public meltdown — I didn’t like the day, and the d...
Mulching It Up
Sam discovered the wonderful world of mulch today, something I had never really heard of until I was a homeowner well into my 30’s. When I told him the mulch guy was coming, he asked me, ̶...
A Happy Haircut! And Much More!
Until yesterday, a happy haircut for the Saminator was beyond my wildest dreams. I never thought I’d be using the two words in the same sentence, let along stringing them together, with ‘...