... And still... No Birthday Pictures

(Sorry Mom. I think the problem with the Birthday post is that there are just too many pictures, and for some reason I am finding sifting through them and cropping them to be too daunting of a task. I'll do it tomorrow. I promise.)

For today, I will post this little tidbit of Sammy weirdness and some pictures to go with:

Sam fell down the stairs once a few months ago. Not all the way, just a few steps, but I heard the thumps and the crying and so I came running and scooped him up and comforted him like any mother would. Now, I am pretty sure this could be read as a sign of bad parenting, but ever since then Sam has been faking falling down the stairs to get my attention.

What he does is calmly walk down the stairs, calmly lie down on the floor, calmly cover his little eyes, and then calmly fake cry till I come to see what's wrong.
(Here he is getting ready to cry. I hung the camera over the banister to capture this early part of the performance. If I had been standing at the top of the stairs he would have instantly started crying.)
(And here he is in the middle of his theatrics. He really gets into his role. LOL.)

It's frickin' hilarious... To walk by the stairs to discover him lying all "broken" and "injured", "crying" in "agony", waiting for me to scoop him up and comfort him. That kid is so fried. He makes me laugh.

I need to get the whole thing on tape, right from when he starts down the stairs all the way through to when I pick him up, but I never know when he is going to do it so usually I only catch the closing scene.