Off to the Vet

I got a text at school the other day, from Chris, saying that the family cat, Annie, had been in (another) cat fight.  This time she was not putting weight on her paw, nor eating or drinking.  To make a long story short, I got to rush home after school, pick up an angry, injured cat, get Sam from daycare, and juggle a cat carrier, toddler, and gear into the vet.
My ride to and from the vet consisted of loud and meaningful "meows" from the cat carrier, to which from  Sam would exclaim, "kitty-cat!"  The vet is about 15 minutes away.  We ended up listening to the radio at a higher volume than usual.

All in all, the trip went well.  The cat got a bunch of shots and antibiotics and I managed to keep Sam from ferociously hugging and petting the suffering patient.  Sam was delighted at all the dogs in the waiting room, though Annie was not.  The only real issue was that in my haste I had left the diaper bag next to the door at home.  Luckily we didn't really need it.  I also had to fib a little to the vet, so that animal control was not called on the neighbor's cat (we "heard" the cat fight, but didn't witness which cat it was).  Annie even seemed calmer with Sam in the car.  I think I'd prefer the trip minus the toddler, but all in all, it could have been much more of an adventure.  Now we get to keep an outdoor cat inside for 45 days in the summer?

Doing Laundry

I came home the other evening and found a load of laundry in the dryer with four random items of clothing.  Chris told me that Sam had wanted to do laundry so they ran a load.  I thought it was a little weird.  I realized what Chris meant the next day, when Sam disappeared into the back bedroom, opened my hamper and pulled out clothes.  He carried them one piece at a time to the laundry machine, saying, "wash, wash."  I opened the washing machine door and Sam put them in, hanging halfway in the machine himself.  After five or six trips back and forth from the hamper, he pulled the laundry detergent off the shelf and onto the floor.  He proceeded to walk around the cap in a circular motion until it came off (so much for child proof).  He then looked at me, attempting to pick the bottle up, and said, "go?"  I poured it in the machine, put it back (on a much higher shelf), and Sam closed the washing machine door saying, "wash!"  He stood on his tiptoes and pressed buttons, saying "go, go," until I pressed the start button.  He waited until the cycle began with his hands pressed up against the door of the machine, contentedly said, "wash," one last time, then left the kitchen.
Now we need to teach him to fold the clothes.

New Skill : P

This is what Sam learned to do tonight while we were on the phone chatting with his grandparents in North Carolina.  He hasn't figured out that it makes him dizzy, hopefully that will come.  If not, there may be a few more bumps and bruises when he has spent a few minutes spinning in circles.

Slide Fun!

Cause & Effect

                                                                   It's exhausting to play so hard!

"I Know What I Want for Dinner"

So tonight Sam decided what he wanted to eat and told me about it.  He was playing in the kitchen cabinets, when he found the little plastic cups of mandarin oranges.  He immediately removed them from the cardboard packaging and headed towards his high chair, one in each hand.  I turned around to find him standing at the base of the highchair, holding his hands up, saying, "more, more, UP, UP.. mowree.."  This translates to, "get me up now Mama, I need to eat these mandarin orange segments."

Touch-A-Truck

Not to perpetuate the completely sexist idea that little boys like trucks, (which seems to be innate with Sam but more on that later), we took him to a cool (& free!) event called "Touch-A-Truck."  A whole bunch of trucks, emergency vehicles, and heavy machinery parked in a lot and the kids had free reign.  There were machines that I never knew existed.
It was great, other than the children being able to honk the horns on the vehicles, which they did, at every opportunity.  Some parents did not object to their kids holding down the horns for extended amounts of time either.  Chris and I left with headaches, but Sam seemed to enjoy it, though will probably more so next year when he's a little older.  Sam also didn't want to wear his souvenir, promotional construction hat, so Chris & I rocked it ; )

Sam Found His Tongue

Sam's new discovery is his tongue.  It's very cool to have one and to stick it out and touch other peoples' tongues.