Uh-Oh

Pretty much everyone knows that I'm not a good babysitter (that doesn't mean I'm a bad babysitter, it just means I'm not a good babysitter). My mom left and I was left home alone with sleeping Sam. I got onto the computer and started commenting on a few peoples blogs. After about fifteen minutes, I heard Sam's squeal that told me he was awake. He can sleep a bit longer. I thought. The longer I postponed the sacred ritual of getting Sam out of bed (pick him up, say good morning, make a funny noise, usually change his diaper, sometimes feed him). The louder he cried. After about five minutes of this I finally decided to get him up.
As I walked into Sam's room I beheld the problem. Sam had his legs stuck through the bars in his crib. One foot he could easily get out. But the other foor was a different story. He had that leg past the knee joint, and for some reason had been able to put through the bars, but not able to take it out! I slowly took his leg out. The whole time Sam was screaming and crying. After I had finally taken it out, Sam was screaming so loud he was about to burst a gut or something. I picked him up, saying. "It's okay, it's okay."
"Uh-oh, uh-oh." was Sams reply.
I hurriedly began looking for Sams bottle, of course baby things like that are never easy. I finally looked down, and beheld his sippy cup!
Now Sam is sitting at the table enjoying some crackers. No longer chanting uh-oh. I'm not a good babysitter. But I'm not bad either.

Weekly

Just to let you know, my knew goal is gonna be to put a post on my blog once a week. If I don't put a post on, then please comment on my last post. Say something mean and then do like, fifty frowny faces, like this : (

My Bed

Recently Sam has learned how to climb on top of my bunk bed (dang it). I was in my room mindin' my own business when Sam came in. He looks at my bed and is automatically amazed. He runs to the ladder and climbed onto the first step. (Keep in mind that this is a ladder and the each of the steps on it are up to his waist.)
As he climbs onto the first step, I walk over so he doesn't fall. After about five minutes he finally gets on top of the bed. Good job Sam.
A couple days ago my mom came in asking if we had seen Sam, so we spread out, and started looking. My mom went downstairs, My sisters stayed in the middle floor, and I went upstairs. First I checked in the bathroom upstairs, then I checked in his favorite hiding place: my sisters closet. Not in any of them. I suddenly had a very good idea of where he could be. I ran into my room, and looked on top of my bunk bed. Sure enough, there he was, my old glasses twisted and bent beyond comprehension. Flashlight in his mouth. And baby drool all over my pillow. Sam really cute. But he can make me very angry at times.

Funeral March

I'm so sorry everybody!!! I wasn't able to get a video of our songs in the concert. (Although you didn't miss very much on the Adams Family, I missed every single note except for two.)

Crap

Something I just realized is EVERYONE has crap. I have a toy drawer in my dresser that I went through, and something I realized, is that my crap is really cool. I went through and I found my hover disk (you turn it on and it floats a millimeter of the ground and you can push it around alot), I also found a puzzle ball, a hackiesack, the best board-game in the world: Stratego, some juggling balls and aton of other stuff that are really fun. So everyone, go through your crap now, and have some fun!!! : )

Funeral March

I just wanted everybody to know that at school I'm gonna be performing "Funeral March of a Marionette" at school. And I will try to find a way to show it to everyone!