Good News!

I have good news regarding Sofie and her facial disfigurement! Remember a few years back and that woman in France had a face transplant because her dog ate her face while she was passed out? I know!! A DOG...just like Sofie! And Sofie is French! A coincidence? I think not. So Sofie is off to France for a little consult....Au Revoir Sofie!

What's in a name?

We all have names that we tend to call Sammy other than her given name. Grumpa calls her Junior sometimes (What? Were you raised in the South?) Mommy calls her Puntin, Daddy calls her Sambino. Me? I call her Boo Boo. Auntie hates that I call her Boo Boo. She says it sounds like a mistake or an owie. I call Sammy Boo Boo because of this:

She's my little BooBoo Bear!

New outfit?

This little outfit I got Sammy last week. I just love this color peach; particular on this little baby girl. It goes with her coloring so well. But? When I bought it, I was 'just' ok with the polka dots. Most women can not pull off polka dots. What really gets to me now that she has it on, is the neck ruffle. *shudder* and not in any fashion sense whatsoever. Neck ruffles remind you of what?




CLOWNS! That's what.




And not this clown either:

Although, anyone who paints their face like this has some serious mental issues if you ask me. For some reason, my family does not like clowns AT ALL. Never have. Absolutely never will. So when this particular movie was made, it scared the holy cat shit out of me. (this should read, " OUT OF US!")

Notice the neck ruffles?

Blue's Clues

This blanket that Sammy's on is new to her but not to us. Many many many many years ago....Grumpa was a basketball coach at a local high school here. Me? I was about 7 months pregnant with Daddy during that time. At the end of the season, there was a player's dinner whereby the coaches and their wives attended. The boys at that time surprised Grumpa and I with this baby blanket (and no, we had no clue that I was carrying a little boy). We joked that due to the fact that the blanket was BLUE, we had better have a boy. And we did. Now Sammy is using, laying, and drooling upon Daddy's baby blanket.

Skilz

Ok, many of you know that I'm teaching myself Photoshop. I have many pix that need work. Also, most of my pix are of Samantha. And most of those include drool. And if you're around her for any length of time, say, 30 seconds, that drool is a fact of life. She wears a bib most of time. By the time Daddy or Mommy get her at the end of the day, the bib can be wrung out. So, introducing the powder dry photoshop edited version of a Samantha Smile. The original, complete with the line of drool dripping onto her bib and version B. (oh, don't worry...most of the originals with her drool will be posted. That is the 'essence' of Sammy!)

Snooty

Yes?

Sofie Update

Poor poor Sofie. Much like Nebraska's Safe-Haven (Child Abandonment) law, so it is here with Sofie. I've patched her up, but as you can see the healing will take time. No plastic surgeon has offered his services. And where's Mommy and Daddy? Pffftt!

(Yes, I know already...too much time on my hands. This is what I do when Sammy's napping!)

A Pea Goatee

I have nothing more to say. Except...she loves peas.

The bees knees

I don't even understand that saying. I've heard it, I assume that it means it (whatever it is) rocks. So anyway...seque-ing this post....awkwardly...

Here is a shot of Sammy's knees. Gives you an idea of how heavy she's getting, hm?

And here is Sammy looking at me after I took those pictures of her knee roll fat. I can only assume that she is thinking, "Seriously, Mimi? My knees? You took a picture of my fat knees?"

Oh, yeah, one more

Can you imagine how many caps she'll have by the time she reaches one year of age? Also? Gymboree sucks you in and won't let you get out without buying something. It is the devil store for me.