Sam is a walking, cruising, stumbling wonder now. At 13 months, he has been perfecting his walking for the last 3 weeks and is doing so well. Until now we have resisted all forms of footwear other than socks, mainly because Sam prefers to be barefoot. Nothing wrong with that now, is there. But, as he is getting more mobile and as the temperature has dropped, I’ve come to the realisation that shoes must be bought.
Generous Auntie Julie offered to buy Sam’s first shoes for one of his Christmas presents so yesterday we went to Clarks to have Sam’s feet measured and see what was available to us. Little did we know, this task would not be easy or pleasant.
Once we had waited for our number to be called (blisfully, we were the only customers left at this point), we chatted to the sales person and informed her that Sam’s feet needed to be measured for his first pair of shoes. Mark sat on one of the stools with Sam and the measuring commenced. This is where is all started to go a bit wrong.
Bless him, Sam is a bit wary of strangers. Especially when they decide to grab his feet and force him to do something that he doesn’t want to do. After a bit of staring and chin wobbling, the tears began to roll and the cries began to ramp up. Measuring done, we thought Sam might calm down, but no. It was time to scream the roof down when the shoes came out. Mind you, Sam had never had anything put on his feet other than socks, so this offensive THING that was being forced onto his foot was more than he could take. You’d have thought we were giving him is 1 Year jabs for all of the fuss he kicked up! Have a look…
Once the torturous shoes were on his feet, we placed him on the ground to see if he could manage to walk. Well, bless him, it was like the shoes were made of concrete! Sam could barely pick up his feet. He was crying and trying to move his feet but it was like he was stuck in quicksand. The horror had to come to an end! Mark swept him up and we took off the shoes while Sam continued to cry on Daddy’s shoulder. In the end, we bought the shoes, as he needs to have them and also scooped up a pair of soled slippers to try to get him used to the idea of wearing something on his feet. What a palavar! Who knew it would be such a horrendous experience getting Sam’s first pair of shoes! Of course being the wonderful mother that I am, I will be saving these photos for posterity and will bring them out probably at his wedding!
Saturday we celebrated ONE YEAR WITH SAM! Sam’s 1st birthday was filled with love, cake, ice cream and loads of cars. The boy is suited for being a boy now…cars in all shapes and sizes. It’s love! It is so hard to believe that it has been a year yet when we look back, we can’t remember a second without Sam. Have a look at how our day was spent. We can’t wait to see what Sam’s 2nd year brings!
When Sam was born I wasn’t sure what type of soother her would need. Ella was desperately attached to her dummy. Until a few weeks before Sam was born mind you…and she was nearly 3 1/2 then! I was not looking forward to a similar attachment but I had purchased dummies just in case. We tried them with Sam for a while and in the very early days, he didn’t seem to mind them however they were fairly quickly spat out once they served their purpose.
I began to realise that I was struggling more to keep the dummy in which seemed pretty pointless, thus, we abandoned the dummy and carried on with just crying. I tried introducing soft toys and blankets but by far, Sam’s soother of choice has turned out to be the most basic one…a muzzy! (for non UK residents, I’m talking about a cloth burp rag). The muzzy serves as comfort, entertainment and a teething implement for Sam. He now favours carrying it around in his mouth and when we’re in the car, I often find him asleep with his muzzy still clenched in his teeth. Bless!
I’m quite grateful for an easy soothing option for Sam and thankfully he doesn’t care which muzzy he gets. This makes substitution a piece of cake. I’ll be very interested to see what role Sam’s muzzy continues to play for him as he gets older. For now, it’s still pretty cute!
A year with Sam has taught me that M is for Muzzy!
Sam is an amazing boy. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m taking the time to soak in everything that Sam does because there will not be any more babies but I just love watching Sam learn. At nearly one year Sam is crawling around like a speed demon, free standing and cruising around the furniture, babbling for Britain, laughing along with his sister and eating virtually anything that’s put in front of him. Not too shabby for 11 3/4 months I say!
I watch Sam playing in the lounge and I can see the wheels turning in his head. He has his favourite things but he’s also quite keen to try out new games as well. One of Sam’s newest tricks is dancing. Well, not so much dancing as it is bopping in place but he’ll stand in front of the telly and bounce up and down any time a spot of music comes on. Adorable!
A few weeks ago I pulled out Ella’s “treasure box” which was a sensory type box we put together with loads of bits and bobs that weren’t necessarily toys. Sam is particularly attached to the green bath pouf and the pastry brush. I also made a few sensory toys out of boiled egg cups and Hama beads which are a new source of entertainment for Sam. By far his favourite at the moment are the Lego Duplo Cars cars. Sam will crawl around with one car under one hand so he can get there faster. Bless!
I can’t wait to see which milestone comes next. We’re hoping for some tentative steps soon but we’ll always revel in Sam’s accomplishments. After nearly a year with Sam, L is for Learning!
For months now, when you say “kiss” to Sam, he leans to you with an open mouth and gives kisses. I just love it! Thankfully he’s not as drooly as his sister was so you don’t necessarily have to wipe your face when he’s done giving kisses.
One of Sam’s favourite times to give kisses is when we’re in the bath. Sam adores baths (recall B is for bath) but when either Mark or I are in the bath, Sam loves to stand alongside to splash and chatter away. If you sit up and look at him, he’ll lean in and give loads of kisses. Open mouth, full of love, priceless.
Aren’t baby kisses the best? I can never get enough. I’m storing them up for the day when Sam no longer doles them out. A year with Sam and K is most definitely for kisses!
Before we fell pregnant with Sam, we were pretty happy with our family. We weren’t necessarily planning on another baby but low and behold, look what happened! When Sam joined our family of 3 to make us a family of 4, we were officially complete. I now have my best boy and my best girl. We can’t remember our family without Sam and it’s been wonderful to experience the joy that he’s brought to our life.
One of the loveliest results of Sam joining our family is the relationship that has developed between Ella and Sam. I was concerned that Ella would be upset because she had really been hoping for a Little Sister but from the second she clapped eyes on Sam, she was utterly smitten. I know there will be days, when they get older, that they will probably hate each other but for now it’s very much a mutual admiration society.
After nearly a year with Sam in our lives, J is for Joy.
As I mentioned in my post, A Year with Sam: E is for Eating, Sam adores his food. We have been amazed to see him chow down on fish and chips, cottage pie, curried chicken stew, chilli con carne and more. Black olives are the latest unusual food to be enjoyed by Sam. But hands down, his favourite of favourites is ICE CREAM! The boy is seriously cuckoo for ice cream.
Last week we were having our usual, weekly dinner at my inlaws. I love those nights because I don’t have to worry about cooking! After a lovely roast dinner, our regular pudding was placed on the table…ICE CREAM. Sam’s little eyes lit up as usual and he started to get excited. The following is a short exerpt of Sam’s Ice Cream experience that night. Bless him, he just is so adorable!
We’re ever so eager to get Sam back to America for a number of reasons but one of the main reasons is that Grandpa Dave (my Dad) loves ice cream as much as Sam. There’s an ice cream shoppe north of my hometown where I know Grandpa and Sam could do serious damage to an ice cream sundae. One day, one day. Until then, we’ll keep enjoying ice cream here. Sam’s in training for competition with Grandpa.
After nearly a year with Sam, I is most definitely for Ice Cream!
Okay, I’m totally and utterly biased but I have a pretty handsome boy. Sam lights up our life and greets us with a smile almost all of the time. Sam is blessed with blond hair, strikingly blue eyes and a cheeky grin that would melt butter. Pair up those eyes and that grin with Sam’s infectious giggle and you can’t resist him.
When Sam was born and I got my first, proper look at Sam, I immediately saw his Daddy in his little face. Sam had a lot of Ella’s characteristics when she was a baby but Sam was definitely his father’s son! A lot of people tell me that Sam is the spitting image of me but I don’t see that as much. However, my baby picture from when I was about 9 months old definitely looks like Sam.
After nearly a year with Sam, H is for Handsome Boy. Indulge a proud mama eh??
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