I get to brag a bit here, right? Sam goes to Papa Bear Day care one day a week from 8 am to 4 pm. When I picked up Sam this Friday, she was wearing the same pair of pants that I put on her that morning, a completely dry day in someone else’s house, at her insistence. (Today she insisted on diapers. Whatever.) Jim told me she was sharing very well, too. Liam went to her and asked, “please may I have that toy?” Sam gave it to him, Liam said “thank you,” and Sam said “you’re welcome!” I think it warmed the cockles of Jim’s heart to hear it, and I think it says something about the kind of place he has that the children do this sort of thing. I am so proud of her. She shares really well when she knows that the sharing will be reciprocated.

She also drew on a few pages of a coloring book and is clearly starting to understand the concept of drawing a shape. She loves swirls right now.

Sam had a busy day this morning. We went to the Kids Playground in Woburn. After a quick spelling correction on a few signs at the front, (Yes, I was a spelling terrorist! Defacing property in a good cause!), I let Sam loose to get down to the business of climbing, sliding and jumping. She is very clear about what she wants to do and sets off to do it. What a gal. Then we went to a local plant nursery that offered free pony rides, and Sam was just tickled. She told me that Lady was taking a nap, that’s why Abbie’s pony wouldn’t be at the nursery. Okay, sounds good to me. Personally, I think Lady has too much class to be in a place like that, but that is just my opinion.
Sam said she didn’t want to see Uncle Cliff or the loon. She wants to see Lady. Lady seems to have eclipsed all other relatives. She is a special pony, but not as special as Sam’s Uncle Cliff. I promise she will return to sanity before her 20th birthday. :-) Well, I hope she will.