Mardi Gras feng shui

Sometimes I feel like Sam and I are right on the same wavelength, and sometimes I have NO idea what is going on in his head. Like today. In honor of Mardi Gras, I spent two hours last night making gumbo. Then, before going to pick Sam up this afternoon I found some zydeco CDs and got out all my old beads so we could dress up and dance some before chowing down. Sam loved the idea of playing with beads, but wasn't so hot on wearing them. Instead, they were carefully spread across the kitchen floor, each in a very specific location and shape. Then, before I could get a photo of this lovely redecoration, we were on to the next game - see which beads and how many make the best rattle in an oatmeal cannister.

Sick boys

 
Last night, Jed came down with the flu bug that has dogged Sam for the past five days. Sam is getting better (slowly). But after four days of no food, he's really easily tired. And all Jed can do is alternate sleeping in bed and laying on the couch. On a positive note, Sam's been on a serious daddy kick the past few days so he's happy to have daddy at home today even if all they can do together is lay on the couch :)

Two

God, it's been FOREVER since I posted. Nothing big to report right now, just a little glimpse into Sam's world. He has definitely embraced being two, and I don't mean he's throwing tantrums left and right (although we do get those occasionally). Counting right now consists of "two, three, two, three" repeated over and over, all while holding up one finger. You might think that's an indication that he doesn't know what two means. Not so. I can't give him one of anything anymore. He asks for two, and knows when he's got it. A typical conversation goes something like this:
Sam: Peez.
Me: Please, what?
Sam: Dat (accompanied by imperious pointing)
Me: Oh, a spoon?
Sam nods, I hand him said object.
Sam: Two. Two. (much nodding and holding up of the counting finger)
Me: You need two spoons?
Sam: Da.
I hand him another spoon.
Sam: Dank oo!
And he's off.
Yesterday, he used his two spoons to play drums on his own kneecaps. I mentioned that it looked painful and he said "da" and nodded enthusiastically, but didn't stop.