His Name WAS Baby Sam

 

His name was Baby Sam and where did he go?!

Now I have this boy that I hardly recognize.  It’s like two days of kindergarten aged him four years.  And can I say, finally! 

He comes home, empties his backpack, takes out each item from his take-home folder, and presents me with all the things he’s done that day and things I need to see: Drawings of he and I picking blueberries, writing his full name, and his coloring all the circles contained in a picture on a worksheet paper.  “Mom, I didn’t color those because those shoelaces are not circles.  Those are ovals.” 

Who are you, little blond boy?  

He is excited each morning to walk the many steps it takes to get on the bus.  He is unhappy if I pick him up at the bus stop in the van instead of letting him walk home. 

I thought he’d be too wiped out after full days of kindergarten to make the walk.  Wrong.  It’s like I insulted him when I said as much.

He has made a friend not named Sauce.  His friend is DJ, but he also mentioned to me classmates Job (he pronounces it right and everything, “Jobe”) and Spencer.  In preschool he knew Sauce and maybe five other classmates’ names after nine months of being with the same group of kids. 

He has opinions.  He told Caroline that “this would look awesome in your room.”  Quote!

He likes wearing clothes.  This jacket/shorts ensemble was his own creation.  He asked for the sleeves to be cuffed up. 

He asked if he could try a hamburger when we went out to eat at Applebee’s on the weekend.

Folks, that is huge!  You know, he was all

ice cream and corndog only for years.

Huh?  Whaaat?  This can not be Sam.

But it is and I am so excited!