What's my name?

So Sammy and his Aunt Sharon have a running game that they have been playing... At this point he can say quite a lot... he just doesn't bother to.  He can count to 10... and repeat the letters of the alphabet with you (not on his own though... if you try to get him to he just says, "Q! Q!") And he knows the names of most of his Aunts and Uncles and a few cousins... (Rocky, Joey, Seth, and Nella are particular favorites to say.  And if he loves you but doesn't really know your name he just says, "Grandpa!") But one of his all time favorite playmates is my sister, Sharon. He used to say her name on occasion but has decided it's funner not to.  Sharon asks him, "Sammy, what's my name?" and all he says back is, "You!"  He even gets her attention by saying, "You!  Look!"  Funny boy.

He's also decided that he LOVES songs with actions in them.  He likes Slippery Fish, and Wheels on the Bus... but his two favorites are Do as I'm Doing and Ring around the Rosies.  He'll ask for them over and over until you just have to say that you're done... He won't be... but I usually am by the time I've sung it for the 5th or 6th time in a row.

We went to my parents house tonight for FHE and to have a stick burning party.  Ada and Sammy were so excited about the fire.  Sammy kept telling me that it was "Hot!"  And Ada kept saying that if you turned your back on it you'd get your bum burned.

And silly kids... we went on a walk the other day because it was so nice out... Ada took her bike... I had to fight with her to get her to ride her bike and not Sammy's.  And Sammy got on his bike but just a house down he decided that he'd rather walk.  Since it was close to our house I just let him and said that we'd get his bike when we got back.  Then at the furthest point from our house possible he decided that he wouldn't walk... he wanted his bike.  Nice.  He also threw a tantrum that I wouldn't push him on Ada's bike (he can't even reach the pedals on hers... but I can't bend over and push him for that long on it at this point).  Even better... Since that wasn't an option, he had to have me carry him the rest of the way.  Little did he know that by carrying him just a quarter mile he made me go into contractions for half the afternoon.  I ended up pulling out a chair and just sitting on our lawn, watching the kids "kill" bushes and ants with sticks.  Eventually they made it over to the tree stump that Jer cut down a couple weeks ago and decided that throwing saw dust all over each other was the way to end the day.  I let them. They were already dirty so it didn't really matter.  But then I had to strip them and stick them in the shower before we did anything else... and of course... Sammy decides that during dinner he was going to spread it all through his hair... right after a shower.  Nice.