Rubba Dub Dub - Three Boys In A Tub

Better late than never. In January Sam, Grandma Walker and I flew to New Hampshire to visit my sister, Anna, and her two boys (her husband was in Brazil for work). Sam is on the left, Lincoln in the middle, and Isaac's on the right. Sam is two weeks older than Lincoln and Isaac is two and half. Every morning Isaac would ask for "baby Sam" and "Aun Amer" (that's me).

Zu Viel Kochen Verderben Den Brei

OK, I probably totally botched the spelling. Give me a break! I only had two years of German and that was 15 years ago. Sheesh. Translated: Too Many Cooks Spoil the Broth. But in this case, the cooks are so cute, we don't care what the food tastes like. If I recall correctly, the boys were fighting over a toy car, so we distracted them with subtle allure of green tupperware and large plastic kitchen utensils.

Ebony and Ivory

Sam and Lincoln take a time out from their car and ball respectively to share in the joy that can only come from the sproingy sound of a door stop. My parents used to call my sister and I Ebony and Ivory. But now my baby is the Ivory and hers the Ebony . . . oh the irony.

Going Home

Conveniently located next to our terminal was a great play area for kids. Since Sam was going to be couped up all day in coach for a flight across the USA, I opted to let him play it out until the final boarding call. Either that or I was delaying the inevitable tantrum that was sure to ensue from prying him away from his beloved car.

So Happy Together

I love this picture. Look how happy they are. We went to see Grandma and Papa almost every day for the last few months, so now when we don't get in the car for a day, Sam gets very antsy and cries to "Go car!"

Take Good Care of My Baby

My parents recently moved to North Carolina (my oldest sister lives there with her husband and 4 boys--she has the most grandkids, so she wins). This is a picture of Sam's last visit with Grandma and Papa Walker before they left. We have tickets to see them over 4th of July.

Weeeeeeeeeeee!

We had one sunny day this year and spent it at the park. Sam went down the slide all by himself--granted, it was only about 1 foot long.

Thank You Easter Bunny. Bawk! Bawk!

I'm not all that skillful in the art of Easter egg decorating. Frankly, I lack the patience. No, wait. It's the toddler screaming at my feet and tugging onto my pants that kept me from making my real masterpiece. But what I lack in style, I make up in content. I scored me an extra good back rub tonight with this little bad boy.

I'm the maraca king of Easter eggs.

Sam found eggs right away. Further proving he's a genius

Sam content with his three eggs

Obsession For Toddlers

I've never quite seen anything like it. If given the chance, Sam will occupy himself with cars, buses and trucks all day long. He even makes engine sounds (where did he learn that?) and crashes them off furniture. I find cars all over the house. In cupboards, in the washing machine, in every nook and cranny. It's unbelievable. Is in any wonder one of his very first words was "car" and he can also say "crash".