On April 2, this little human turned two years old. He gave up his pacifier the Sunday before his birthday, and spent the week asking first about his pacifiers, by name. That they had names was a big sign that it was time to give them up. There were just three of them. Tiny pacifier, BIG pacifier (the one attached to a line to clip to his shirt), and other pacifier. There were a couple of other pacifiers floating around, but they were never named. When he was persuaded that the pacis weren't coming back, he started asking sad little questions like, "Too old for my fuzzy blanket, too? Too old for Froggie?" Two weeks later, pacifiers are hardly missed.
Sammy likes to color on his hands with his markers. Occasionally I find him with marker on his arms and face, as he has been assisted by B. If Sammy finds a pen, pencil, crayon, or marker, and he doesn't immediately find a piece of paper to color, he will color on any available surface. We will probably have to replace everything in our house by the time he is old enough to be reasoned with.
Fortunately for Sammy, he is adorable, and very cuddly. He likes to bring me a blanket and a book after his nap, and sit with me for a while. He is my baby, so I try to have time for this. When I don't have time, he is happy to sit on the counter and assist me with cooking, and he loves riding in the car. "We on the feeway, Mama?! See a BIG Ruck!"
Sammy shared his birthday this year with General Conference. Our church holds this event twice a year. We get 8-10 hours of broadcasted instruction and music from the leaders of our church, a living prophet and his apostles in four or five sessions on the first Saturday and Sunday of April. In our house, this is a big event. We make cinnamon rolls, and this time the kids each picked out a craft project to do during the session. Eloise got a mug to paint, and B got a bird house to paint. Jared got a science kit and built a battery operated car. I got play dough for Sammy.