Thursday (Lack of) Update

Dearest Sammie,

Well, darlin, it's Thursday, which means I should be writing about all things Sammie right about now...but that's not going to happen.

Super-working-mother-teacher I am not. After spending three glorious weeks at home with you, simply going back to school and getting right into the swing of directing Annie (which opens in less than three weeks, thankyouverymuch) has been enough to render me just about unconcious each night.

Fortunately, my darling daughter, there weren't a whole lot of exciting things that happened this week so I'm not feeling overly guilty for skimping on this week's post. I mean, you did finally manage to kick that nasty diaper rash thanks to copious amounts of the miracle product "Butt Paste," (sidenote: Butt Paste is your friend--peaches and mangos are not your friend). So...as I doubt you want me to wax on nostalgically about your red behind (or lack thereof, as it stands right now), I'm going to sign off of this computer and do what I've been dreaming about since six o clock this morning: sleep.

Loving you copious amounts,
your mommy


PS. Forgot something: you also learned to give "high fives" (which, when coupled with me giving you a little tickle on your tummy is enough to send you into giggling kiniption fits that last for days)