Thursday, December 14, 2006


Hello there. Here's a picture of Sam playing in the leaves in our back yard. Ask me if those leaves are still in that pile and decomposing into a pile of brown sludge. Go ahead and ask.
Anyway, Sam wrote our Christmas letter this year. I couldn't figure out how to create a link to download it, so I'll just paste it below: Hi, everybody!
My name is Samantha Love Tolman. My dad said that he didn’t care about people enough to write a Christmas letter and mommy’s always busy in her anthrax lab, so I decided to write you myself.
Our family has three people in it. I’m the most important one. I’m seventeen months old and I’m cuter than anyone in the whole world.
This how my day usually goes: I wake up around 5:30 and I start crying. Dad comes in and gets me, changes my diaper, and gets me a bottle. Then he takes me into my parents’ room and I fall asleep again.
Daddy’s usually gone before I wake up the second time. Mom says he’s at “nursing school” but I’m not so sure. I think he’d study more if he was really taking classes. Sometimes he’ll tell me that he’s too busy to play because he has a pharmacology test the next day or something. All I have to do is break keys off his laptop and he comes around pretty quick.
Anyhoo, after I wake up for real, I let mom make me some breakfast like scrambled eggs or yogurt, or veal. Then I walk around the house rearranging things. We moved into this house about 6 months ago. It’s got a great big yard and an old shed full of hazardous, sharp objects. I’ve heard mom say that she’s really happy to be in our own home. I’ve also heard dad muttering about mowing and raking the stupid yard. Mom’s mood seems to have a more pervasive effect on the atmosphere of the home, so it’s probably a good thing we live here.
Sometimes mom and I will go do stuff like story time at the library, or hanging out with grandma in Liberty, or just napping. Mom says she gets tired because I have a little brother or sister sucking the life out of her from the inside. He or she is supposed to pop out in June. Dad says that mom isn’t puking nearly as much as she did with me. Way to make a girl feel special, Pops.
So Dad gets home in the late afternoon and helps mom with dinner. Dinner is this thing where they put food on plates or in bowls and I try to grab it and throw it on the floor. Good times.
If dinner was a success, mom and/or dad will put me in the bathtub. Sometimes I pee in there, but don’t tell. It’s a secret.
At about eight o’ clock or eight thirty, something happens to Mom and Dad. They turn evil and act sweet and affectionate while they put me in a padded wooden cage in my room. I scream as long as I can. That ranges from about two to twenty minutes, then I lose consciousness.
And that’s my day. I bet you’re jealous. Admit it.
Ok. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year and Hanukkah and Kwanza and whatever other weird thing you might celebrate.


GordonandChrissy said...

That has got to be THE cutest picture ever. Or is it because she looks so much like me as a baby...I don't know. But, I love it! I hope she turns out to be as beautiful as her twin aunt. :) See you guys soon.

GordonandChrissy said...

P.S. Since now you have a need to post pictures a lot so that we feel like we're kind of part of her little life. Okey dokey? Ok.