Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Sleep Travel

Last night I went to sleep at home in Anderson, South Carolina and woke up several hundred miles away at Grandpa David's house in Holden Beach, North Carolina. Since I can remember, the same mysterious night time travel has happened my whole life - becoming more frequent around the holidays. I can even recall falling asleep in Atlanta, Georgia only to be woken up disembarking a plane on a small island in the Caribbean.

I don't know how this is possible, or if it happens to everyone, but it is both exciting and scary. Suppose that I overslept, would I wake up on Europa? Or if I woke too soon, could I end up stuck in between two places that didn't quite exist yet?

So far, all of my travel has been interesting, to say the least. It's quite nice to have involuntary vacations thrust upon me. Maybe it's my subconscious’s way of telling me that I need a break. Or maybe it is a mutation or deformity that will become uncontrollable with age. Either way, I enjoy my sleep travel and hope that it keeps sending me places that are fun and new.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Super Toddler

I am the Destroyer of Breakfast, the Marauder of Mealtime, the Conqueror of Inappropriate Subjects and the Ruiner of all that is New, Treasured or Expensive. If there is a book being read, a nap being attempted or a headache that will not subside, I will be there, and I will be loud. Because I am Purveyor of Noise, Instigator of Trouble and Destructor of the Quiet Time Alone. So peaceful moments beware, there is a new Superhero in town and I am cramming spaghetti into your new Blu-ray player.

Friday, November 12, 2010

I am Baby T-Rex

No more am I just Sebastian Thomas Hamilton, I am now Baby T-Rex. I roar, stomp around and am fifty hundred feet tall. I eat millions of bananas of yogurts. Baby T-Rex does not have to clean his room. Baby T-Rex does not need to put on shoes to go outside. Baby T-Rex does not need clean up his puzzles. Baby T-Rex does what he wants. And right now baby T-Rex wants a hug and a kiss.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010


Someday I will be able to touch the ceiling while jumping on the bed. Someday I will be able to lift my train table all by myself. Someday I will run so fast that the wind can’t catch me and I’ll move the world where I want it. Someday I will be big, strong and powerful. Someday.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

My First Original Joke

Mom: And who else did we run into at the grocery store?
Me: Doctor Jones!
Mom: That’s right.
Me: I have another doctor.
Mom: That’s right. Do you remember her name?
Me: Doctor Liddle!
Mom: Very good. Your doctors are Doctor Jones and Doctor Liddle.
Me: And Doctor Big!

Saturday, October 2, 2010


Why do I ask so many questions? Why am I always asking why? Why do you want to know?

Suppose you spent two long years immersed in a world in which you couldn’t understand anyone around you. Now suppose that you are fully reliant on those same people for your most basic of needs. Learning to communicate would be your top priority. And once you had developed the rudimentary means to do that, those two years of repressed questions would erupt like a long dormant volcano. So yes, I ask a lot of questions. But the world is a very complicated place, with many levels of nuance and distinct social norms. To which, please expect me to continue to bombard everyone with answering distance within everything that I could possibly want to know. Because hey, why shouldn’t I?

Friday, July 16, 2010

Sleeping Habits of a Young Hamilton

I am a great sleeper. Not to brag, but I lay down for my nap and bedtime by myself and go to sleep on my own. I am able to do this no matter what else is going on around me. Take last weekend as an example, Mommy put me in bed while Daddy and Papi where hammering, sawing, drilling and making all kinds of noise right outside my window. I just ignored it all and promptly passed out. No matter the atmosphere I tend to move around a great deal in my sleep. Here are so pictures mommy took today during nap time.

Friday, January 29, 2010

Lub oo

A day doesn’t go by where I am not amused by the shocked faces of my parents and grandparents when I utter a new word. It is funny to watch them when I call their names when they walk in the room or shout bye and lub-oo when it is time for jammas. I can now say the names of many of the things in my room, around the house and out in the world. It is much easier to make them understand what I want, now that I can tell them. I let them know that I prefer to have the yogurt drink Keepur with my breakfast rather than juss, that I want to have a beam or a cookay rather than dinner, how much I would like to go see the copie take off and land, and particularly to stob it when they are trying to rearrange my lines of cars or steal bites of my dinner.

As my vocabulary increases I can also share with them what I see, hear and feel. I can tell Daddy when he gets home from work that I saw the copie land and fly, that I told them bye and that it was lello even though it was really red and blue. I can tell Papi that I want him to get the car with the mote or Bam-ma to get out the paints. Soon I will be talking in complete sentences and they will never get me to be quiet.

Friday, January 8, 2010


Other things may change us, but we start and end with family. This is a good thing, because I have a lot of family. They stretch to both coasts of the United States, down into the Caribbean and all the over to parts of Europe. Some are within driving distance and some would require two or three plane flights just to hug hello. All of this is a benefit as home is where you are always welcome. And with my family spread out over half of the Northern Hemisphere, I have a lot of places that I can feel loved. The only downside is that I do not get to see some people in my family as often as I would like. To them, all I can offer is my distant love and a open invitation to come and visit. Because, after all, my home is where you are always welcome too.