Wait..... what was that he said? The part before the screeching?
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Preparing for Sleep
This is the very first post dedicated exclusively to what Sam Said today. Here is a little clip of him sitting in his crib preparing to go to sleep.
Wait..... what was that he said? The part before the screeching?
Wait..... what was that he said? The part before the screeching?
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Happy Birthday Dada!
Jesse's 31st birthday was a great day. We went to the zoo, drove down to the University of Chicago for some sight-seeing (stumbled onto a Frank Lloyd Wright house in the process) and ended the day with a successful trip to the Army and some cake.
At the zoo, we met up with Auntie Shea and Uncle Trent and their niece Riley.
Here are the Fitz men in the cat house.
A little family shot
This is the Hull Gate at the University of Chicago. Whenever we come here, we like to look at the gargoyles on this impressive gate.
Two blocks from the University is a Frank Lloyd Wright: The Robie House. It is a piece of work.
At the zoo, we met up with Auntie Shea and Uncle Trent and their niece Riley.
Here are the Fitz men in the cat house.
Uncle Trent is hilarious
A little family shot
This is the Hull Gate at the University of Chicago. Whenever we come here, we like to look at the gargoyles on this impressive gate.
Two blocks from the University is a Frank Lloyd Wright: The Robie House. It is a piece of work.
Sam is now saying Ma ma ma and Da da da. He doesn't so much associate those sounds TO US per se, but we like to delude ourselves into thinking so.
Happy Birthday Dada
Monday, July 12, 2010
100 years apart
Today is the birthday of Sam's namesake, his Great-Grandpa, Samuel G. Trowbridge. Great-Grandpa would have been 101-years-old today. In my opinion, he is a wonderful person to be named after; the kind of guy that guys strive to be. He was kind, strong, resilient, thoughtful-- a sharp and creative person that was liked by all who knew him.
He grew up in Marshalltown, Iowa as one of ten kids. He would hunt rabbits with his brothers. He would ice skate to school. He once told me that the only fight he ever got in was with a guy who stole those ice skates. Great-Grandpa was a wrestler and on the track team, and he even took part in the junior play. He wrestled in the state tournament, and ran in the Drake Relays. I have his yearbook in storage, so all of this is from memory, but I think he was voted the second cutest boy in his class.
Great-Grandpa went to the University of Illinois where his nickname was "Toby". He was there on a wrestling scholarship and he would tell us about how he would come up to Chicago with his fraternity brothers. These were the late 20s-- the times of Al Capone. I would love it if he could see the Chicago of now-- the Chicago his Great-Grandson was born in.
This is easily one of my favorite things about my Sam being "Sam". Great-Grandpa Sam was born in 1909 and baby Sam was born in 2009. 100 years between them.
I had the unique experience of living with Great-Grandpa Sam for a summer when I was 19 and he was 90. It was challenging, interesting and a time I wouldn't trade for anything. I can only hope that I soaked up enough Sam-Trowbridge-essence to pass a bit of that on to Sam Fitz. I can't help but think he'd be better for it.
If you're reading this, and you knew and loved Great-Grandpa Sam (because to know him was to love him), leave a comment with your favorite memory or thought of him. We love you Great-Grandpa!!
Sam in Great-Grandpa's chair:
He grew up in Marshalltown, Iowa as one of ten kids. He would hunt rabbits with his brothers. He would ice skate to school. He once told me that the only fight he ever got in was with a guy who stole those ice skates. Great-Grandpa was a wrestler and on the track team, and he even took part in the junior play. He wrestled in the state tournament, and ran in the Drake Relays. I have his yearbook in storage, so all of this is from memory, but I think he was voted the second cutest boy in his class.
Great-Grandpa went to the University of Illinois where his nickname was "Toby". He was there on a wrestling scholarship and he would tell us about how he would come up to Chicago with his fraternity brothers. These were the late 20s-- the times of Al Capone. I would love it if he could see the Chicago of now-- the Chicago his Great-Grandson was born in.
This is easily one of my favorite things about my Sam being "Sam". Great-Grandpa Sam was born in 1909 and baby Sam was born in 2009. 100 years between them.
I had the unique experience of living with Great-Grandpa Sam for a summer when I was 19 and he was 90. It was challenging, interesting and a time I wouldn't trade for anything. I can only hope that I soaked up enough Sam-Trowbridge-essence to pass a bit of that on to Sam Fitz. I can't help but think he'd be better for it.
If you're reading this, and you knew and loved Great-Grandpa Sam (because to know him was to love him), leave a comment with your favorite memory or thought of him. We love you Great-Grandpa!!
Sam in Great-Grandpa's chair:
Thursday, July 8, 2010
10 Dolla 10 Dolla
The Fitz Fam likes to take trips to the local Salvation Army (aka The Army). We go mostly to score sweet used books, but I always keep my eye out for a diamond in the rough. Especially now that there's a kid involved... do you know how much STUFF you need for a 19 pounder??? Actually, you really only need diapers, wipes, some clothes, some food and a cardboard box.
So, flying in the face of that logic: Behold---- the Hope Diamond in the Rough:
We found this at the Army about a month ago, in mint condition, heavy as all get-out, and here is the key: only 10 Dollars! I looked these suckers up online and see that they can go for $250 or more. Yahtzee!
We are admittedly more pumped about this than Sam is, or likely ever will be. I'm imagining him finally climbing on it in a year or five, rocking it a couple times, and quickly burning away when it doesn't light up or make sounds. But you know what??? It's okay. 10 bucks.
So, flying in the face of that logic: Behold---- the Hope Diamond in the Rough:
We are admittedly more pumped about this than Sam is, or likely ever will be. I'm imagining him finally climbing on it in a year or five, rocking it a couple times, and quickly burning away when it doesn't light up or make sounds. But you know what??? It's okay. 10 bucks.
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