Sam's Seventh

Sam turned seven. SEVEN! This year we planned a Jedi Training Party awarding all of the young Jedis with lightsabers--after they of course past the training with push ups, sit ups, obstacle courses with metrorites and storms of bullets (bubbles) from strom troppers and the like. Once trained, the evil Darth Vader (sweet Tom always taking a beating from the kids) arrived and they all pummeled him to the ground. It was lovely. Stella, oddly and gratefully, slept though the entire event.

We are quite happy to have this little troll in our lives. What a sweet little boy he is. We love you Sammy.

The end of a Grand Era

Stella, the great Escapist!



Almost a year ago, Stella figured out how to climb out of her crib. We quickly slurged on a $80.00 crib tent in order to continue to contain her a few months longer. We censored any references that suggested entrappment. We renamed it a more positive "princess bed." This had a lulling effect for about six wonderful months of sleepfilled nights. HOWEVER! The other day, I heard her upstairs during her nap. Somehow from within the tent, she pushed her entire crib to the door of her room in order to get out. This is one determined (and inventive) little girl.



I am most convinced now that we have only a limited number of lingering days of solid containment. The tent with its twenty safety pins can not hold her insurgency for long.

She is forever the great escapist!