Here are just a few pictures of Sam from this past week, so you can either add your chuckles, sighs, or eyebrow-raisings, as you wish. Sam is a book lover of the most peculiar kind. She fancies big, heavy books -- and only loves thumbing through them, mutilating the pages, and trying to tear the spine in half (she succeeded with one of those big touch-and-feel cardboard kid books last week, ripped it right in two!). In addition, she is most fascinated with whatever Brian or I happen to be reading. Here she is posing with my UK driving manual, hopefully it stays intact until I take the test.
Sam's new favorite place is the little shelf under the coat rack at the top of the stairs. Whenever she disappears and is "too" quiet, I can usually guess she's making mischief, pulling down coats or dragging toys/household items up the stairs for us to trip on later. The other night we had a book club, and she stood there on the little shelf greeting all our guests. Her dad felt most especially welcomed by her, as he happened to come home from work right then!
What can Sam do in the five minutes it takes mom to check her email? Well, today she surprised me completely with a nice toilet paper train, running the length of the hall from the guest bathroom clear through our bedroom to the master bathroom. She didn't just string out the whole roll, but also proceeded to shred it into tiny pieces once it was completely unwound.
Another three minutes when mom was preoccupied... You've got to believe Samantha KNOWS not to get into this cupboard. She gets a "No!" a hand slap, and an exile from the kitchen every time she ventures and is caught. Well, so she waited until I was in the shower (I left the door open to hopefully keep an eye on her). In the very few minutes it took me to wash my hair, she had opened the special vanilla hot chocolate (Stephen's brand) that I bought in the US for Brian for Christmas. She dumped it ALL on the floor, ran dirty underwear through it, then started putting boxes of macaroni in it as well! (That was all on Saturday. Today, it was the shortening she got into -- rubbed it all over her pants, very greasy.)
I've heard a lot of moms say "it's a good thing they're so cute!" It's true; when I creep into her room late at night and see this innocent little angel sleeping peacefully, all mischief is forgotten and she's the sweetest baby girl in the world.

























