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Sammy comes from a long, long line of baseball fanatics. In fact, we went to Michigan on Friday and the whole way up there I was busy transcribing text messages between Andy and my dad about the trades all the teams were making before the trade deadline. At least I think that’s what they were about. In any case, while Sam’s eventual interest in baseball was to be expected, I didn’t expect it to start at 16 months old.

Earlier today, Andy was trying to keep Sam occupied and said “I’ll put on a show for you” as he picked up the remote (that would be the first time Sam was ever exposed to tv. Of course we do not let our under-the-recommended-age-of-two-years-old child get any screen time! *ahem*). Sammy got super excited and said “I want baseball!”

I am pretty sure I saw a tear of pride in Andy’s eye.

Sam freaks out when he notices baseball on tv (and most recently, on the radio in the car) and a few days ago I happened to catch it on video. (Don’t mind the small words in front of his face. I will spare you the boring explanation and just say in short that it’s there because I’m a moron.)

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I’m not sure if Jenny made this happen or if there was a glitch, but apparently, this is a very big deal. We had no idea it was an issue, but several of our readers have expressed their happiness at this change, which is awesome. We’re glad we (or a computer bug. Or a hacker) could oblige.

Here’s the thing. We heart our readers and want to keep you happy. We are also rather clueless in many arenas. So if there’s something we’re not doing and we should be doing or something that we are doing that drives you bonkers or anything, please tell us. We want to be as reader friendly and un-annoying as possible.

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If I could change one thing (or 10 things) about Mommin’ It Up, it would be…

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Forgive me if this post sounds like jibberish. But do you recall two nights ago when my daughter puked chocolate ice cream all over her crib while I stood there in an Ambien-induced haze?

Well.

Last night my son projectile-vomited strawberries and hot dog ALL OVER ME while I sat there in the beginnings of my Ambien-induced haze. Seriously I had JUST taken it 15 minutes before he came into our room to tell me he was sick.

My poor baby boy.

Bobby commenced cleaning up the living room (which included vomit all over two count ’em TWO remote controls) while I jumped in the shower. My pajama pants, shirt, bra, and underwear were all soaked.

I took Joshua to bed with me after we were all cleaned up and he threw up again at 1. He got most of it in the toilet but this time I had to do a bit of carpet cleaning. Also after this I was in full-on Ambien drunkenness and could hardly walk, so I was forced to go get Bobby to take over Joshua duty. He and Joshua got in our bed while I went down the hall to sleep in Joshua’s bed.

Bobby woke me up at 6:30. Joshua had thrown up two more times. Then he did again about 8. After a quick mopping of the hardwood floor and a complete clothes change for him, he is dozing on the couch while I write this and Sophie plays computer – gotta keep her out of harm’s way.

All three of us are exhausted, poor Bobby is at work, and thanks to our kids this is our THIRD near-sleepless night in a row. We haven’t had a week this bad since Sophie was probably 15 months old. So we were pretty much caught by surprise! We thought we were cruising there for awhile…

Anyways. I am sure this makes no sense whatsoever. But I still have an Ambien hangover! Send coffee!

Sammy became a big boy overnight.

I don’t like it, and Jenny has termed herself a conscientious objector.

He learned to say “Anna” (my sister), “night night,” and “bye bye.”

He also learned to do this (not the crying, he knew how to do that. The other thing):

Oh yeah, and he stopped nursing. Where did my baby go??