A Ham for a Day
Sam came home from the hospital on Sunday, March 30th, 2008. He had been named only hours earlier. For months we had called him "Baby Brother" or "Knut Balsac" (don't ask).
So, as we settled in at home, we introduced Jack to his baby brother. Jack, this is Sam. He is going to live with us. He's ours. Jack came over to the red, wrinkled, little baby and said, "Baby Ham."
Unfortunately, and fortunately (because of the obvious Dr. Seuss allusions that could plague our youngest son well into the future), Sam was a "Ham" but for only one day. By Monday morning, Jack was kissing on him (rather vigourously) and calling him Baby Sam.
Sam came home from the hospital on Sunday, March 30th, 2008. He had been named only hours earlier. For months we had called him "Baby Brother" or "Knut Balsac" (don't ask).
So, as we settled in at home, we introduced Jack to his baby brother. Jack, this is Sam. He is going to live with us. He's ours. Jack came over to the red, wrinkled, little baby and said, "Baby Ham."
Unfortunately, and fortunately (because of the obvious Dr. Seuss allusions that could plague our youngest son well into the future), Sam was a "Ham" but for only one day. By Monday morning, Jack was kissing on him (rather vigourously) and calling him Baby Sam.
1 comment:
Love the stories. This is a good idea! The pictures are great!
Love ya,
Mom and Grandma
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