The Big Storm

Things that came out of Sam's mouth during our weekend in Green Bay:

"Don't. Talk. At. Me. Like. That!"

"No!"

"You're being naughty, Mommy. I'm telling Santa. Don't be naughty at me."

"No!"

"I have told you a hundred times not to do that, Mommy! Listen. To. Me."

"No!"

"Why don't you just listen to me, Mommy? I am really tired of you not listening to me. I'm telling Santa that you're not listening to me."

"No!"

"Focus, Mommy. Focus."

"How many times do I have to tell you no?!"

"Get your butt over here, Mommy James!"

"Don't talk at me like that. I do not like it when you talk at me like that. You will go on the naughty mat if you talk at me like that again."

"I said NO!"

"You are not the boss of me!"

Making cupcakes

Sammy's first 3-year-old birthday celebration (a few days early)

Helping with TT's tree

I was prepared for the weekend trip to TT's house to be a little challenging, our first trip to her house with Baby Eva, the first weekend in which Sam would test the boundaries with the new family, the first weekend in which Sam would see just how much he could get away with. But I really wasn't prepared for how constantly he would challenge me and how exhausted I would get by it all. Thank God his Baby Sister was relatively content.


And, oh yah, it snowed. A lot!

TT and Sam watch Roger clear out the driveway

Sam tries to get in the front door

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