Sam's second favorite Beanie Baby, and my first:
Patty the Platypus
She's seriously like 15 years old
It breaks my heart to see how much he misses his dad. For a few days, he'd look around whenever we were obvi searching for Jarod. The only thing that's made him happy are the few minutes Jarod talks to him over the phone. Sam is currently sleeping on me while I write this at 1:30 in the morning.
That brings me to a topic that is slightly odd. Sam likes his women big, round, and plump (Sorry, Gianna :) ) While Sam will obvi let me hold him and snuggle because I'm his mom, he is extremely uncomfortable on my skin and bone frame. I honestly feel bad that I haven't kept on my baby fat weight. The poor kid can't get comfy. The second he sees a woman that is slightly bigger or has the pleasure of having ample breasts, he lunges for them and snugs up close.
We sat next to a woman on the plane back to Ohio who was slightly bigger. Sam couldn't get enough of her. He kept putting on his charm with his flirty smile and giggles. Then he started rubbing her fatty arms trying to get her to hold him. He's such a weirdo and obviously doesn't understand boundaries. Coming from a kid who has had a sudden fear of strangers, he surely can't resist the women with some junk in the trunk.
Sam enjoys the comfort of a pillowtop mattress and can't get comfortable without a soft pillow. Maybe that's how he wants his woman too. He's such a little diva... guess I should pack on the pounds.
There is one thing he doesn't complain about, apparently, pain. Sam has his first aliment...the double ear infection. The kid hasn't complained at all, really. He has no fever, he eats like mad, and he stop his nervous tick of pulling on his ears 3 weeks ago! For a second, I felt like a horrible mother, as she told me that it looked "really bad" and I had no idea this was going on.We were going in to check about his super yucky cough! Really, Sam? No heads up? He's always so happy and hasn't complained one bit. We were on a plane for goodness sake! He hardly cried, only when he was hungry, so instead of being mad at myself, I decided I'd be mad at him.
Here's another weird thing about Sam, while we're on the topic. He loves Beanie Babies. We have tons in storage at my parent's house. Like every other family in the 90's, we jumped on the Beanie Baby band wagon. We had the cases, the tag covers, and I was in the Official Beanie Baby Club. When I was pregnant, my family joked about how all the crazy crap in the house we had would go to the grandkids.... aka unborn Sam. I said something about how I didn't want the Beanie Babies. My mom said, under her breath, that she was going to give them to her grandbabies. Well crap, turns out, Sam loves them. His cow that he can't sleep without? Beanie Baby.
Sleeping with his cow
He chews on him like crazy when he sleeps and likes to twirl his tail around. It's actually pretty adorable, but only because Sam is cute. Deep down, there is a part of me that despises the fact that Sam is attached to something, but at least it's only when he sleeps. He wants nothing to do with him during the day. The problem is, he's starting to smell. I'm not sure if you can wash these little fake animals or not but something needs to be done. I decided I'd try to get him to like something else. Patty was my first Beanie Baby and my fave EVER. So I stood there, Patty in hand, shaking her in front of Sam's face. He was pretty excited, so I decided it was time: I ripped the tag (obvi still with the plastic cover) off. I actually hesitated. Like it was going to be worth something "some day" Seriously? I contemplated, for a split second, about risking my son's life for the dollar worth of Patty the Platypus. Is something wrong with me? I tried to get him to sleep with her instead of the cow, but it didn't work out. Now she's his daytime playmate. Dammit.
Did you know: Elephants are the only mammals that can't jump?
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