It's been a while.

Do you like my hairdo?

Sorry it's been a few days. Things are pretty crazy in these parts with the show opening in less than 2 weeks. Sam has been a real trooper, coming to meetings and staying with Jen and Emma and getting hauled on one of many shopping trips for costumes and props.

He got another cold yesterday. They say a baby gets an average of 8 colds in their first year, but I think this is ridiculous. I feel like the worst mother. What am I doing that my baby can't get well?! Anyway. I am vigiliantly wiping and checking the weather to make sure we are appropriately dressed and washing his hands and wiping down carts and putting saline drops in his nose. I'm sure it's driving him nuts, but I'll be damned if we're having another one this summer. Famous last words, eh?

So, last Wednesday, Sam said his first word!! Drumroll please...............

Dada.

And now when we call Craig on the phone, I say, "Say hi to daddy." And then Sam says, "Dada." And when I point to myself and say, "Who am I" he replies "Dada." And I say, "Can you say Mama" and he pauses thoughtfully and then says "Dada." Though I am pretty sure he asked me for a (ba)nana this morning at breakfast. And of course, we didn't have any.

He also got his first haircut. We had a mini mullet going on. Not full on mullet, just hints of what was to be. So, we cut around the ears and across the back. For some reason, the haircut was unbearable to me and I wept afterwards, like the emotional freak I am. It's just... it's... oh, forget it. It makes sense in my mind.

Oh, and he's also into rolling the ball back to you. Except for when he decides he's done and then he snatches the ball up in his arms and exhales loudly and hugs it to his chest, as if to say, "keep your hands off my ball, lady."


Signing out,