Sam is on the floor in the den, madly rummaging in the video cassettes and mangling the controls of the audio receiver. I can understand now why a friend of ours said they had to call customer support to get the controls back to normal. Those little minds are very creative when it comes to pushing buttons. I have every faith that Matt will be able to fix it. She has gotten very good at turning anything on. She has a puzzled expression on her face when I use the remote to turn it off. She looks like she's thinking "wait, I didn't touch it but something happened?"

She is wearing pants for 12 months. They are only a little long. Yikes! I think she is long for her age, but we'll see when she has her 9 month checkup at the doctors on the 30th.

I want to take Sam trick or treating, just so I can dress her in costume. Pat tells me that people might think I was a little weird to do that, and she is right. I just want to dress her up! I haven't got anything made, but I could think of something. Maybe I'll try to get some moms together in the neighborhood and have them come to my house in costume. Knowing my luck, they'll all be fundamentalist Christian and accuse me of devil worshipping. Well, I do worship Matt, but it isn't quite the same thing.