Showing posts with label Samantha. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Samantha. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Slamming doors
Apparently, our downstairs bathroom door does not slam well enough for certain 4 year olds. Sammy got in trouble with her daddy and proceeded to stomp into the bathroom "slamming" the door behind her. It apparently didn't slam quite hard enough for her liking so she did it again, and again, and again. Finally, she gave up trying to get a good slam out of that particular door. Chris and I couldn't help but laugh (secretly, of course) at her little tirade. Good thing for her that her bedroom door slams very loudly.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
The car wash
We climb into Chris's car to go somewhere recently.
Chris: Wow, it's raining hard outside.
Sam: That's good, Daddy.
Chris: Why is that?
Sam: Your car is REALLY dirty and the rain will wash it off.
If a 3 year old notices your car is filthy, might be time to head to Mr. Sparkle!
Chris: Wow, it's raining hard outside.
Sam: That's good, Daddy.
Chris: Why is that?
Sam: Your car is REALLY dirty and the rain will wash it off.
If a 3 year old notices your car is filthy, might be time to head to Mr. Sparkle!
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Thank you, Santa Claus!
After the floor was littered in piles of wrapping paper and I was considering going back to bed to sleep a bit longer, I told Sam she needed to say thank you to Santa for bringing her presents. She immediately ran over to the fireplace, looked up into the chimney and said, "Thank you, Santa!"
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
A ladder straight from Dr. Seuss
Apparently, we need to bar her from accessing the bathroom. We had another mishap in there this morning. This time, I came to get her ready for school and she was already in the bathroom. I couldn't get the door all the way open because something was blocking it. After much negotiating and shoving, I managed to squeeze myself inside.
Sam had taken the small bench we have beside the tub and pushed it over next to the open closet. On top of that, she had placed the two-stair step stool that sits in front of her sink. She was attempting to climb this precarious ladder in order to replace some Pull-Ups on the top shelf. I couldn't believe this monkey child!
She calmly explained to me that this was the only way she could get to the top shelf now since I told her she couldn't climb on the actual closet shelves anymore. I think the solution now is to move everything from the top shelves out to limit the climbing desire. She is her daddy's girl!
Sam had taken the small bench we have beside the tub and pushed it over next to the open closet. On top of that, she had placed the two-stair step stool that sits in front of her sink. She was attempting to climb this precarious ladder in order to replace some Pull-Ups on the top shelf. I couldn't believe this monkey child!
She calmly explained to me that this was the only way she could get to the top shelf now since I told her she couldn't climb on the actual closet shelves anymore. I think the solution now is to move everything from the top shelves out to limit the climbing desire. She is her daddy's girl!
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