We just celebrated a couple of birthdays this past month: JD and Sam. Sam is now 3 years old, but if you ask him, he'll adamantly tell you he is 2, and he's "not a big boy, I'm just Sam". He's my rough and tumble, destructive monster. Yet he is so sweet with Alina, who adores him. He loves to play with cars, trucks, trains, dinosaurs, play-doh, blocks, dogs, dirt. He especially likes to take things apart then ask me to fix them. He is obsessed with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Transformers are not far behind. He's definitely been the easiest of my children, starting right from the beginning. I think for that reason, he is not given as much attention as the other two--he doesn't demand it like they do. Sorry, Sam!! Lately, he has been wanting to help me in the kitchen with the cooking. He stirs and dumps in ingredients. He vacuumed the playroom all by himself. He'd love to eat pb sandwiches for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. (Too bad he can't!)
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