Awww adorable! Glad to hear your getting some more time together 😉

sounds like Sam is just like her Mom 🙂

Endearing! You brought tears to my eyes.

Daughters! They break your heart and blow your mind, all at the same time!

Awww. what a great story!
And I spy Mr. Turtle hanging out with the yarn :-}

Out of the mouths of babes … Now there’s a twist on the old phrase.

After my comment yesterday that I have the use of only one hand, (which followed comments by Lynn and Marian that men do knit)I had an email from Alison that I would soon be hearing from one-handed knitters. I’m waiting on pins and knitting needles!

Funny time:
ANGELS EXPLAINED BY CHILDREN

I only know the names of two angels, Hark and Harold.
  Gregory, 5
 
Everybody’s got it all wrong. Angels don’t wear halos anymore. I  forget why, but scientists are working on it. 
Olive, 9

 It’s not easy to become an angel! First, you die. Then you go to  Heaven, and then there’s still the flight training to go through. And  then you got to agree to wear those angel clothes. 
Matthew, 9
 
Angels work for God and watch over kids when God has to go do  something else. 
Mitchell, 7
 
My guardian angel helps me with math, but he’s not much good for  science. 
Henry, 8
 
Angels don’t eat, but they drink milk from Holy Cows. 
Jack, 6

Rosa would offer me her pinky while she sucked on her thumb–sort of like sipping a single soda through two straws. I’m trusting your daughter got home safely. Did they get hit by the storm in Vermont that hit us here this Monday? I hope it didn’t complicate her trip.

Such a sweet memory. Sometimes I can’t believe my independent teen is the same helpless infant I brought home from the hospital. At the time someone said “It goes by so fast” and it does.

Don, I’d never heard of one handed knitting until Alison mentioned it. There are some nifty products and methods out there! Who knew?

What a wonderful story!

Our children amaze us, don’t they, at every stage of their lives. Your Sam sounds so terrific. Of course, she was raised in a caring and loving environment which makes all the difference. The best thing I have ever done with my life, and I have done a lot, is be a Mom. It is THE most fulfilling aspect of my life which returns boundless amounts of love and happiness. I wouldn’t have it any other way. To give of ourselves for the purpose of nurturing another human being is beyond happiness.

Beautiful story. You seem to be in a gene pool that produces thoughtful, sensitive, supportive women!

That’s a good daughter. We didn’t doubt it before, but that was conformation.

When the twins were very little – crawling age – I was extremely sick with a migraine. I had them on the living room rug and was curled up on the landing so I protect them from getting in trouble but could close my eyes and feel sorry for myself. I woke up (bad mommy!) to two little girls trying to tuck the afghan they had pulled off the couch around me – of course the couch pillow they also had was being shoved ON the face, not under the head, but hey! I knew what they meant. They grow up the same way as they start a lot of times, no?

Such a cherished and beautiful memory. Sam has a beautiful spirit. I second Channon’s entry. So true!

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree!! :>)

According to a Yahoo headline, a study just proved that optimists live longer than pessimists. Of course, the question of whether living longer is a good thing or a bad thing depends . . . on whether you are an optimist or a pessimist.

Sam is an angel. 🙂

Don’t you just love the wonderful memories that flood back because we got to be mom’s loving those irrepressable little ones? I’m so glad that most of the memories flood in are the fun ones and not the ones that made up want to pull our hair out :P.

What a precious memory. You both sound very blessed, you to have Sam; and Sam, to have you.

I have a similar memory of Lucy when she was probably about the same age. I was just watching her suck her thumb, and I must have had a funny look on my face, and after a bit, she pulled her thumb out of her mouth, considered it briefly, and then stuck it straight into mine. And cried when I laughed. I had to reassure her that I appreciated it heartily. And then I had to suck her thumb to make her feel better.

It’s something I still do now (listen to me say it like it was ages ago, although the concept of it being a whole year ago is like trying to conceptualize the distance between here and the moon) when we both need a belly laugh.