Polls

You might have to look a couple things up in my new polls.

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving was awesoooome!!! Right now my sister is trying to take the computer, so I'll make this fast. I had 1 1/2 heaping plates of food (although last year I had about five or six gargantuan plates. I threw up, but I didn't regret it.) I had three slices of pie. (Although two or three years ago I probably had a whole pies worth. Alot of Pecan. Alot of Banana Cream. A bit of everything else.

Now for things that didn't have to do with stuffing my face. As I went downstairs I was instantaneously mauled by around 7 little kids, and two of them knew that I wasn't the boss of them. So they could keep pulling my hair if they wanted to, or stretching out my shirt, or keep throwing hard things at me. After thanksgiving dinner, we went downstairs and played ball-wars on those excersising balls (you bounce around on them and try to kick the ball out from under your opponent, it's awesome. Especially if they've jumped super high, so that their bum is going of the ball. You kick it when they are still in the air and they don't come down on the ball). It was fun untill my strong-minded little cousin Sammy tried taking control. The ball-wars was kind of like a tournament. But Sammy tried to turn it into a concert or something, quote. "Everybody wants autographs now!" We had no choice but to book it right out of there. Of course, I'm a guy, so everybody tackled me.

This was the most eventfull (and by that I mean painfull) Thanksgiving of my life. I hope the Mom's and Dad's out there don't go through what I did on a regular basis.

SPLASH!!!

Last Sunday we went to a different church at nine in the morning (the church we mainly go to is at two in the afternoon!!!). When we were done we went back to our house to skip our church. Mom and Abby had to leave because Abby had a primary program. Of course the first thing mom did before she left was tell us. "By the time I'm back home, I want the kitchen to be done."

Okay, no sweat, we thought. But we had forgotten and important factor in this equasion... Sam (oh crap).

Not even ten minutes after our parents left Sam started causing some intense mayhem. First he climbed up onto the table and started piling noodles into Sarah's drink, then he started stomping around and annoying the renter's in the basement. We made him a bottle hoping it would make him hold still like it usually does. Uh-uh. He just ran around with it hanging from his mouth, slamming into the walls with his face and stuff. After about half an hour, we finally gave up. We left Sam to do his business. It wasn't our smartest decision. We were doing the kitchen and I was getting some entertainment by watching Sam. He suddenly saw the best toy in the whole world: A tupperware container, filled with water. But it was up on the counter top! No problem for wonder Sam! He scrambled over, reached up to the limit of his abilities. And was just barely able to reach the tip of it with his fingers.

Before I could react Sam made a grab and... SPLASH!!! A slight pause, then. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! WAAH! WAAH! WAAH!" Anna sprinted over to him, picked him up, and plopped him right into the bathtub.

When he came out, he was his usual cheery self, except with the diaper. He is having a story being read to him by dad. And making high pitched squeaks. What an angel!!!

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.)