I don't know what happened, but Samantha slept from 7 to 7 today. She only got 2 hours of naps yesterday, maybe that was part of it, and she ate a ton of food. I think it is time to try her on more solid food. Oops! Sam is on the floor of the den and has graduated from the first tier of videotapes and is now sticking her fingers on the stereo equipment. I hope she doesn't damage that as easily as she has these laptops. She's ruined three keyboards in one month. Turns out the keys pop off really easily and don't pop back on at all. Can we say "choking hazard?" We always close the laptops shut now when we aren't using them.

Samantha met her first author yesterday. He wrote a book about meeting dogs at the pound that isn't supposed to be depressing. I haven't read it yet. He took the time to draw a little cartoon along with the signature and seemed very nice. He wasn't someone I had ever heard of, but what the heck? Samantha seems to love doggies, so I figured she would like a book about them. Sam yells at Ella if Ella comes into a room and doesn't kiss her, or if Ella leaves the room. Sam is getting very particular about what she eats and how much. Rice cereal was bad for a little bit, as was peas. Peas are still bad. She lets me know when she wants to be picked up by stretching her arms wide and waving them around. She is starting that process of separation, realizing that we are not the same body. I want her to be independent, I just have to accept her growing up. I just remember the little bundle she used to be and get a little wistful sometimes.