Sammy Thursday - Waiting for Dad

Hopefully every one isn't getting tired of Sammy photos.  We're a little more home bound these days than we normally are.  Sam had the flu last weekend. He recovered Sunday.  Ben got sick Monday with some weird cough/flu thing and recovered yesterday.  Sam now has Ben's weird illness.  Awesome.  Of course, this all happens the week that our weather is GORGEOUS.    In addition to the fact that we are home bound, I was told by both my mother and Ben's mother that they love seeing frequent pictures of the rugrat so the rest of you will just have to deal.

Ok,  onto Sammy Thursday.


We have a gate in our entrance way.

You see, our front door is at the bottom of 12 stairs.

Sam can open our front door.

He likes to chuck things down the stairs.

Needless to say, there is a gate at the top.

Every afternoon when Ben comes home, we are alerted by the sound of his key in the lock and then the beep of our security system.   Every afternoon I say,  "OH!  Who is it?!"  Sam then runs to the top of the steps to wait for Ben.

I love how he shakes the bars like a little monkey trying to escape. Or like a two year old trying to get a drink of his dad's Big Gulp. I'm usually not far behind him angling for a  drink. We have been nicknamed the drink thieves.

Sam meeting Ben each afternoon is one of my favorite daily rituals.  Ben loves it too.  In fact, the rare days that Sam doesn't meet him at the gate he says, "What?! Nothing?"  Those are sad days at the Hanson house.