Posts Tagged ‘water’
Sammy on Vacation!
Freakin' Vacation!!!
Heya Folks! It’s been a while! Hope you’ve all been enjoying summer, because we sure have been. My lack of posting these past couple of weeks can be attributed to our family summer vacation, plus me starting up a couple personal projects, one of which is a little revamp of the blog… so stay tuned! As for our vacation, we had us some fun! We had soooo much fun during those sunshine filled (sometime rainy) days, that by the time the sun had set, my energy had been sapped. Thus my creative muscle was exhausted and my intentions to post during the holidays were dashed! Plus, I was lazy… 
So let’s kick off right away with one of the first things we did on vacation, a car wash! Our poor, dirty car (which we recently made our last payment on, Yay! 
) was in dire need of a little love and care. So on the first Saturday morning of our holidays, Sam gave us a little gift by letting us sleep in until 8 A.M., and we repaid his kindness by letting him play with the garden hose!
Sam Vs. the Slip and Slide
A beautiful summer day is a rare commodity around here, so when one of them reared it’s little head, we took advantage of it. Time for some slip and slide baby!
He seemed excited at the prospect of the slip and slide: it’s thirty foot long, banana yellow runway glistening invitingly in the summer sun, with tiny jets of sparkling water jutting up through the length of the slide. All of which ends in a marooned boat’s hull with large shark teeth looming over the end of the slide. Looks like fun! He’s was dancing in the grass just watching me set up the thing. His little feet stamping and his arms waving all about. Why is it, people of the internets, that when ever there is a big summer toy to inflate, the job automatically lands on the father to blow it up? I demand we rewrite this rule of etiquette as we are long past the macho days of summer, strutting our stuff on the beach and blowing up some ladies inner tube in one breath. Out on the mother-in-laws hot, baking, frying pan of a lawn, I was seeing spots trying to get this stupid shark mouth inflated! Sigh…
I finally set everything up just like it should be: the landing strip is flat and bump-less, the shark and sprinklers are spitting water at just the right strength to land on the landing strip, and the shark and boat hull are inflated nicely to cushion the impact of sliding kiddies. We are ready to go!
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Sammy Showers!
One day, I almost broke my back hauling big Sammy out of our bathtub. It’s one of those extra deep, extra long suckers that requires a step to get into… for shorter people anyways. Me, being the giraffe of the family, I have no problems stepping in and out of the thing, but when we give Sam a bath (as written about here and here), it’s a tough gut-wrench to get him out! I am usually sitting on the bath step washing him, and then while sitting, I get him under the arms and pull straight up to get him out of his bath chair, then over and around into a waiting towel. He likes the ride, but Mom can’t do it anymore, and Dad is finding it ‘s getting tougher to pull off… Well Sam’s over 20 lbs now! He’s a good sack of potatoes! Plus he’s wet! So that’s gotta count for something! I know, I’m getting old! 
So, one night, I was feeling a little lazy and decided to give him his own shower. Now while I was feeling lazy, I didn’t 
just open the shower door, turn on the water, throw him in and shut the door! Come on folks… I turned the light on first! Kidding aside, I was actually pretty pumped to see his reaction to the shower head and whether or not he’d like it. Back in July, in Wildwood, I had brought him into the shower with me, and the shower head scared him something good! So, this time, I was a little weary. I didn’t want to stress the little guy out… or clean a bunch of poop out of the shower drain. 
Sliding Sam into his seat, his interest in the spewing shower head was immediate… and he loved it! He just wanted to swing the dangling shower head back and forth. He even tried to get a couple sprays on Dad, but I was too quick to him… this time. Next, he kept trying to drink from it. The water temperature was a nice warm/hot and was approved by his temperature telling rubber ducky! Which Sam promptly stuck in his mouth when I wouldn’t let him drink any of the water. The shower was a success! Sam loved being gently sprayed with the water while chewing on his toys. I foamed up his loofah and got to work scrubbing the little guy down, which he also found interesting. Of course, as soon as he saw bubbles on his skin, he just had to taste them!
Having Sam on the bottom of the shower just makes sense. He’s easy to ship in or out and we don’t have to worry about accidental drowning or other creepy stuff like that. He’s certainly not crying about it, so we won’t either! One thing we;ve noticed , however, is when Sam’s in his towel for the drying off phase, he just has to have something in his hands. If you don’t give him something, he will make your life a living hell! He’ll kick, squirm, punch, slap, twist, jiggle, bend, sit up, roll over, yanks, pick, reach and eventually crawl away… naked over the cold tile! He simply doesn’t care! We’ve got a little libertine baby on our hands here folks! As long as he doesn’t “pull it out on the playground” I think we’ll be OK.
Winter stinks… and thanks for reading!