Meet Sam

Meet Sam.

Sam joined our family last Christmas (he came driving "Papa's truck").  He was named by my brother, who thought it only appropriate that the muscular truck-driving man be named after him. :)  Sam has spent the last few months driving various vehicles around the house (primarily Papa's truck, but also Sam's jeep, the fire engine, the excavator, and the tractor).  Last week, however, Sam suddenly began to take on a personality.  He went from truck driver to fire fighter, and in that capacity, sustained several life-threatening injuries that necessitated several trips to the hospital.  Two surgeries, a leg cast, and a full-body cast later, Sam was perfectly healthy again.  The next day, Sam required even more personal care.  He ate all of his meals with Charlie, took two naps, was admonished several times to "stay out of trouble,"  and required two diaper changes.  When Charlie was told that Sam was a big boy and wore underwear instead of diapers, Sam started going pee-pee on the potty (but insisted on using the toddler potty seat).  Things really got interesting when I heard "Sam's hungry.  Sam's eating me!" and looked down to see Sam being held to Charlie's tummy.  Apparently, Sam is now breastfeeding (?!?!).  [I think the funniest part was when he had Sam tucked under his shirt and looked down and exclaimed, "look, look, Sam's feet are peeking out!"]  Charlie was quickly told that Sam has been weaned and eats big boy food like sandwiches and cheese.  :)  He seemed to take this to heart, and Sam hasn't been breastfed again.  The next day, however, Charlie did breastfeed a koala bear and a Bucky's beaver lovie (I know, I can't believe they make those either :).  This led to a longer conversation, but he seemed relieved to learn that only mommies breastfeed babies.  I think Charlie quickly realized that breastfeeding is a lot of work--luckily for him, he didn't have to worry it about it for long! :)