Friday, December 31, 2010
Normal toddler milestone?
In this family, yes.
My mother and my husband truly enjoy nothing more than attacking a plate of barbecued ribs. They are a rare treat at the dinner table.
I'm not a huge fan of the meal, so Eric took it as his great responsibility to ensure Jackson got a proper rib-eating education.
Eric began the lesson with this introduction:
"Jackson, here is your own rack of ribs. Enjoy it, son. It's like a rainbow of meat."
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Oh. Why? What happened?
She just said she wasn't my best friend anymore.
She just said.
Oh. Well....sometimes that happens. Not everyone will be your friend.
But now I don't have any friends.
You have no friends?
No. Not any.
Not one friend.
What about Kelly?
What about Sanders? You always play with him.
Well, we're rock stars but not friends.
That's why I loved one of the ideas I snagged from the Family Volley web site. She is always coming up with fun easy activities the whole family can get on board with.
I really liked her thankful chain idea.
We cut strips of paper and every night everyone wrote down something they were thankful for. Then we would tape them together and string it across the doorway into the living room, which got easier as the chain grew the closer we got to Thanksgiving.
We also had close friends and family that would stop by for a visit in the upcoming days before the holiday add their own slips of thankfulness.
Then, because we have family all over, we brought it with us over the holiday break.
The traveling chain of thanks was added to by even more family and after the big meal, when everyone was relaxing on the couch we brought out the chain and read each one.
We made a bit of a game out of it by seeing if everyone could guess who wrote the sentence of thanks.
Sometimes, it was an easy guess.
"I'm thankful for the color pink and daddy."
"I'm thankful for music."
"I'm thankful for the trashman."
I hope it is a tradition we continue.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Me: The dog! The dog must be throwing up!
Me: (after seeing the dog sound asleep at the foot of the bed) Wait. Oh no. He's fine.
Me: Oh no, it must have been Jack! (I fling on my robe and dash into the hall to check)
Eric: ....snore....He's fine.
Me: Hmmmm, you're right. He is fine.
I crawl back into bed.
Me: I guess maybe we're being robbed and one of them was throwing up.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Mama? What's that I smell?
Uh...maybe the soup?
Oh.... Could you eat it all up so that I don't smell it anymore?
Well, I'm working on it but you're going to have to eat up yours, too.
No, I just smell your soup. Not mine.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
"You look so cute," she told him.
"But, you haven't even seen my orange shirt underneath, yet!" he responded.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
He never leaves for long periods of time without the following:
a microphone (for impromptu concerts)
a usb port (for hooking up the microphone, apparently)
a camera (it doesn't work but he still takes photos)
and his phone (typically his "permission phone")
When Gram and Grandaddy arrived to pick him up, Grandaddy suggested Jackson climb in the car seat and put his tiny back pack in the backseat as well.
At the time, Jackson was enjoying the bells and whistles that go along with sitting in the drivers seat. So instead of getting out and loading up the car, Jackson tossed his backpack over the console to the back seat and as my father watched the backpack go whizzing past into the back seat Jackson declared:
"Watch this! It's magical!"
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Without hesitation, Jackson glanced over at me and loudly announced:
"Mama! That lady is not making very good choices."
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
I call it his "permission phone."
Sadly, my cell phone plan does not come with such upgrades. But Jackson's phone can work miracles.
For examples, earlier in the week I was making supper and I spied Jackson touching Eric's steak before I had set the plates on the table.
"Don't touch someone's food, Jack."
"It's ok, mama. It's ok. People like that."
"No, actually they don't. People don't like it when you touch their food with your hands."
At this point in the conversation, Jackson whipped out an imaginary phone and put it to his ear. Apparently, he had dialed Eric, who was on his way home from work at the time, and proceeded to ask imaginary-phone-Eric if it is indeed ok for Jackson to touch his food.
After a brief pretend-yet-private-conversation, Jackson hung up his phone (back in his pocket) and assured me all is well.
"Yes, mama. I just called daddy and he said he likes it when I touch his food. He said it's ok."
At the time we all just chuckled at the cellular-silliness. However, later in the evening after tucking him in for the night Jackson pleaded for one more book. He had surpassed all the stalling techniques and I had to end it telling him no more stories for the night.
Instantly, imaginary phone was to the rescue.
After another brief-pretend-phone call, Jackson hung up his permission phone and announced he had gotten the go-ahead for yet another story.
"Mama!" he shouts with an expression on his face that looks just as surprised as my own. "I just called daddy and he said sure I can have another story!"
I just hope I'm on his "friends and family" plan.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
This was a big event.
There were new offices, lots of fancy equipment, strange sounds, machines and farm animals.
The hygienist made him a pink chicken and Jackson was thrilled. However this still did not convince him to lie back in the chair.
No, thank you.
He preferred to sit, if you don't mind.
The hygienist was wonderful and patiently answered all of his questions.
He had a lot.
And he did not take his eyes off of her.
She showed him the water spout, the vacuum and the "tooth counter." All were big hits.
She and Jackson became fast friends. He enjoyed answering all of her various questions. I was so proud because she asked him if he brushed in the morning and at night and he said yes and told her that he flosses, too.
They got to be such great pals that while she was flossing his teeth she asked him what are some things he liked to do for fun?
He thought about it for a moment. Then answered: "I like to pick my nose."
I probably turned as pink as that chicken.
I began to stammer an explanation, when she put her hand on my arm and gave me the knowing look.
"I have boys," she said.
It wasn't until Jackson learned there was a treasure chest to select a toy from that he eventually decided it was ok to relax and lie back.
So when the dentist arrived he was ready.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Jackson enjoyed his very first face-painting experience. After standing patiently in line forever,* he requested a pumpkin and a spider on his arms. He was so thrilled with the finished job, he didn't want to take a bath.
*side rant: the reason it took so long was because after a child got her face painting done her mother decided she wanted to have her face, neck and shoulders also painted. We waitied an hour while she requested this and that. Now I am all for expressing oneself but on a very hot afternoon with a line full of sweaty, tired, hungry children don't you think maybe she should just go get a tattoo?
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
I hurry out into the sun room in the middle of switching from work clothes to at-home clothes when I realize he is talking to someone at the front door.
But the front door is locked. Is someone in the house?
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
When I would go out with friends, we would always give boys fake names. I would always pick Erica. I just liked it. Sounded sexy but not over the top and kind of rare.
Plus a shout out to Susan Lucci. Who can resist an Erica?
Things got wierd though when the man I married turned out to be named Eric.
Isn't that crazy? That's how powerful Susan Lucci is.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
I found this compliation again. It was made by my good friend Amanda Anderson of Red Frame Photography. I meant to post during all the birthday celebrations but...well....here it is now!
Monday, September 13, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Ok, mama it's time for your shot.
Yep. This is a big one. Are you ready?
You were brave, mama.
Ok. Here's another one.
Are you some kind of medical lunatic?
No! I'm a doctor!
Saturday, September 11, 2010
September offers many sad days.
My plan is to coast through and hope for crisper days.
I thought the missing might feel less as Jackson got older.
But really it doesn't.
In fact, it's worse because I know how much she would have loved him.
Just adored him.
They all would have. They all do.
Still my thoughts. Still my favorite picture of her.
I am being careful.
I know but you can't poke me in the eye with your knee, ok?
"You know, I really don't see why everyone always gets so upset when they find a hair in their food. It's not like it's full of disease."
Thursday, September 9, 2010
A few other tips to extend Oobleck's entertainment value: giving the kid plastic silverware to manipulate Oobleck, hiding a penny in the bowl of Oobleck, saying Oobleck as much as possible.
In the past, Jackson has most enjoyed familyvolley games such as the cotton ball game and the Don't Eat Pete game. But his favorite is the Flour Tower game. Recently, we went to Eric's giant family reunion at Petit Jean mountain and I took some of the kids and tried out familyvolley games. They were a big hit. I'll have to find pics from the game session, but the Flour Tower was the most favorited.
Here is a pic of the kids doing another easy activity: FooDoodlers. Have you seen these? (some found here: http://www.sugarcraft.com/catalog/coloring/pens.htm) Aunty Debbie got these for Jackson a while back and when I found these massive 'mallows, I knew they would be entertaining: for everyone.
I guess that is also the point of this post. My favorite kid games are the ones that are easy, quick to organize and entertain the adults as well. And when I see Jackson's face covered in flour, cotton balls or sticky marshmallow art it cracks me up.
Good parent or bad parent?
What games do you play with your kids?
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
We've really only just met.
In fact, I've only known you a week and already I'm learning more and more about your personality quirks.
Just 7 days out of the gate and you're even more talkative than 2.
Something I didn't think possible.
It seems you've arrived with a pretty big voice, a bit more self-consciousness and even more awareness of the world happening around you.
While 2 did not want to come near the noisy hair dryer, 3 requested I fix its hair before picture day this morning. Upon waking yesterday, 3's first thought was concern that the night-before's party was over.
3 is also very interested in loudly describing all the wall decor at various groceries and restaurants. In great detail. 3 has become an even more voracious reader, requesting books be read non-stop some evenings.
3 will start music class today and there is also a sudden interest in t-ball. 3 loves to practice, is actually quite good at it and even runs the bases, which are a pink crepe myrtle, the spinning yellow sprinkler and the blue slide. 3 always hits a home run. Always.
3 has even been so generous - sharing crackers, cookies, sillybands and pinatas with classmates and friends. 3 enjoys talking at length on the phone, big trucks, trains, hand bells and playing I Spy multiple times a day. 3 loves to shop at Target as much as I do and has even asked if we could stay there for dinner because 3 loves it so.
3 has even decided to stay in the classroom during the day for the past week. No wandering off for hallway adventures.
3 is a master negotiator and has no trouble expressing night-time wishes from under the covers such as "could someone please bring me just a little bit more water, please?"
Or making grand requests such as "a breakfast of stars."
And of course 3 loves silly voices and funny dances even more than 2.
I hope this lovely honeymoon phase lasts, 3.
I've heard a lot about you. About how some of those nasty 2 habits fall to the wayside.
I'm looking forward to learning even more about you.
Don't tell 2, but who knew I could like you even more?
Monday, August 9, 2010
Repo Men - Jude Law is hot, body parts not.
Book of Eli - The future is bleak which means only the blind can truly see.
Coco before Chanel - Oh la la dress patterns and horses.
Up In the Air - Slow and steady baggage with a twist. Sometimes that's how I like it checked.
How Tub Time Machine - Yeah. That's right. Embarrassing yet humorous.
Whip It - The girrlz rock it out almost as much as the awesome sound track.
Eclipse - I'm not proud about it.
Clash of the Titans - Bubo stuffed in a trunk? Not cool.
The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo - Hard to watch but worth the pay off.
Observe and Report - WTF Seth? Did not see that coming.
Day Breakers - Looks like reality does bite.
Avatar - Cinematically incredible.
Crazy Heart- Like The Wrestler but with music, less sweat and a better ending.
An Education - Quietly riotous.
The Blindside - Classic. Well-done and feel-good.
Sherlock Holmes - For me, Rodney does no wrong.
Where the Wild Things Are - Sadly entertaining.
The September Issue - Predictable mean girls. How many accents does it take to put out a magazine?
The Hurt Locker - Lacking but intense.
Star Trek - Surprisingly entertaining.
We watch too many movies.
What are you watching?
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
During their stay, my mother had delicious, healthy meals on the table at the end of each day.
The first evening she was no longer there, Jackson and I walked into the house together after a long day at work and school.
He stepped into the sun room, glanced at the kitchen table and looked up at my face.
"Mama?" he asked. "Why don't you have dinner on the table?"
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
That evening at home, we discussed "using our words" and if that didn't settle the dispute one should involve the teacher.
"Want to practice it?" I asked him.
He grinned and was game for a run through.
"Ok, I'll be Jackson, you can be Mary* and daddy will be the teacher over there," I outlined.
We acted out the scene and Jackson went through protocol expertly. But then he was ready to practice again. But this time he was Mary. Then we had to run through once more and now he was the teacher.
After several scenarios, Eric turned to me with a weary look and muttered...
"You've pretty much turned him into a D&D nerd."
*names have been changed
Friday, June 25, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
"Stop cuddlin' me."
My heart shattered into a million pieces.
But just before the tiny pieces of my heart sprinkled onto the floor, I thought to clarify, "Stop cuddling and stop smooching you? Or just stop cuddling?"
"Just stop cuddling," he said. "You can keep on smoochin.'"
Whew. That was a close one.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
With the season, comes some classic kid moments like enjoying a popsicle on the deck after supper.
This works out well because who cares if there's any spillage on the deck?
I also ask Jackson to take off his shirt before handling his orange popsicle. A typical parent-precaution that allows you to just hose off the kid after the popsicle has been devoured.
He had no problem with this and was sitting at the patio table enjoying his icy snack when he turned to me and offered me a taste.
"Mama, would you like a bite?"
"Sure," I said leaning over for a taste when he stopped me and snatched back the popsicle.
"Wait! Take off your shirt, first."
Friday, June 11, 2010
For example, my best friend used to always tell stories about how her mother would be on the warpath chasing her around the base of the staircase, but if she could make her mom laugh she knew she might be able to squeeze out of the jam.
Looking back, my folks were the same way. If you could slip in a relevant joke to the situation, you might diffuse your punishment. Our whole family has always been one to appreciate and respect a witty comeback.
Well, it seems Jackson has discovered my weak link.
When things are not going according to his plan, like let's say he wants to jump into the pool just "one more time" even after it's time to go, he'll break out the stand-up. He's got a fairly expansive repertoire of material. He might make a crazy face, use this ridiculous silly voice that cracks me up or start to flip-flop his head left and right like a crazy loon while asking, "Please? Please?Please?" with each head bob.
All tactics that crack me up and melt my resolve.
Ok, one more time.
But when even a silly voice, wacky dance or humorous observation doesn't work he pulls out the big guns.
He will deliver a kiss.
This morning, for example, while getting ready for school Jackson was really stalling and we were running out of time.
"Jackson! Hurry! Put on your socks!"
"I am!" he said while lying on the floor investigating a piece of yarn in the rug.
This goes on, until finally we have got to go and everyone is out of patience.
"Jackson! I mean it! Let's go!"
When he knows the situation has reached the end of its rope, he will skip over to wear I am sitting with my arms outstretched reaching to put on his socks for the twentieth time, and he will deliver a tiny kiss right on my knee, or maybe on my forearm, or on my cheek.
And that is when I dash to the kitchen and give him all the chocolate in the world.
How did you wiggle your way out a jam? What tactics did your kids use?
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
I thought I might share one tiny tip that we do to ensure Jackson continues to eat healthy meals. Maybe everybody already does this?
But I thought I was so clever when I stumbled upon the idea.
My tip: Baby Food
Carrot Soup, Pearsauce, or Mango Surprise?
When Jackson moved from baby food to solid foods, it got a bit harder to make sure everything he was eating was healthy. So every now and then I still purchase DHA, vitamin packed, organic baby food and dress it up as an addition to a meal.
I'll heat up the carrots, pour into a bowl and sprinkle some cinnamon on top, and he devours it.* Sometimes, in the fall, I dress the soups up with a bit of milk and some small pieces of ham. Baby food pears? A tasty breakfast. And Mango Surprise? Add a few strawberries and voila: Dessert! Of course, he gets real fruit and veggies, too. But I like to think of it as a way to fortify the growing boy. Especially when we've been on the go (as we have been for the past month!). Suddenly, it will occur to me he hasn't had any veggies in the last few days because we've been traveling, at a hotel, etc. Zap a little Gerber Sweet Potatoes and it gives me some time to unpack the bags and restock the fridge without having to give Jackson any more "convenience" foods.
What are some of your easy culinary tips when it comes to healthy foods?
*It must also be said that Jackson is generally a very good eater. I know of some children who won't even allow baby food in the grocery cart!
Ok, Jack. Good job. Now pull your pants on.
No, mama. Those are not pants. They're shorts.
Friday, June 4, 2010
I've uploaded tons of video on youtube.
Here is the link to the first video at the rehearsal:
I've put up several videos of the night before.
Also pics on flickr:
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Monday, May 31, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
I snuggled in beside him for our nightly bedtime discussion and to deliver a few kisses.
Sometimes it's a game where I say something like, "ok, now I need to get some of that forehead" and then plant a kiss and then "better get a bit of that cheek" or "the chin" etc.
After a bit Jackson takes my face in his hands and ask to take a look at my teeth.
"Better kiss your teeth, mama."
"No! Don't kiss my teeth!"
He giggles but continues to investigate my teeth.
He finally looks up and declares, "Mama, we need to trim those teeth."
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
He considered the offer for a moment and then looked up at me and said:
"No, mama. This isn't a parking lot."
Friday, May 21, 2010
Are you ready, World?
Introducing: Kilo-What! The Electrician!!!!
(warning: videographer may or may not have been totally sober)
A luchadore never reveals his/her true identity.
I hope I get to meet him one day.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
There is always whispering, tapping, singing, reading, some thumping and occasional raucous laughter.
Last night, it was as though some great engineering project was underway.
"It always sounds like there's a science project going on in there," Eric noted after putting his ear to the door.
As long as Jackson is in bed and keeping things somewhat quiet, we don't mind what projects he's taking on, because eventually they all lead to sleep.
However, on one particular night there was a lot of whispered discussion going on, some scuffling and some excessive rattling.
Finally, we both got up and poked our heads in expecting to find a miniature volcano replication in the middle of the room or multiple lab tests being conducted on Elmo.
Instead, there was Jackson in bed pulling a pair of Eric's smelly socks on and up past his knees.
Apparently, he had found them after Eric had discarded them in the room while singing a good-night song.
His little face looked up at us with sheer joy at such a discovery so we said good night and let him keep the dirty treasure.
A smelly find I'm sure science would love to get its hands on.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Some kids like to have a lot of pre-event discussion and some kids can't deal with the build up. What kid of tactics do/did you use?
Jackson has always been the kind who prefers a lot of prep time and discussion about upcoming events. He has flown several times before, but I think it's fun to get excited about any trip. Not that we spend a whole lot of time on it, but for example, last night when he put on his New York Yankees ball cap he asked me where it came from and I mentioned his New York relatives and how we will soon be on our way to visit them.
He has a few pre-flight concerns:
We'll go on an airplane?
Not mama's car?
No. Not in my car.
Will I get a seat belt?
Yes. Your very own seat belt. Sometimes you can sit on my lap. But you will have your own seat and tray and everything! And we can color, have snacks, read books and play with stickers...
Who will fly the airplane?
Does he have a mouth?
Yes. He has a mouth, and ears, and eyes just like you.
And he has a head?
And he does he have feet?
Yes, he does.
And does he have a hat?
Yes. He has a hat. But he only wears it sometimes. When we get on the plane, would you like to meet the pilot?
And then the steward will show us to our seat.
And can I open and close the window?
No. The windows don't open and close but you can open and close your shade. But not the window.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
It wasn't even that loud or noticeable, and I probably wouldn't have even realized he had said anything at all if it hadn't been for the two-year-old with the superb hearing in the back seat.
We don't say 'damn it,' Daddy.
You're right. We don't. I shouldn't have said it.
If you say 'damn it' at the park, the church bells will call you and say 'no-no.'
We don't say 'damn it,' Daddy. Nonnie doesn't say it, and Mama doesn't say it. I doesn't say it, and Mam doesn't say it. Grandad doesn't say it. Phillip doesn't say it and Paw-Paw doesn't say it.
Eric contemplated this list of such pious friends and relatives.
Actually, Jackson, I think you may have just named the people that Daddy learned it from.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and he bends you with his might
that his arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies,
so he loves also the bow that is stable.
-Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Oh no Daddy! It doesn't go that way!
Yes, they do. Buzz goes in the back.
No! But then I can't see him!
Well ... I guess you're going to have to talk to the manufacturers about that. Tell him Buzz should be on the front so can see him.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Unfamiliar with the area I used our GPS to guide me. She was instructing me to take a slip road here or a left over there when Jackson asked for more details.
"What is she telling you, mama?"
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
True, but Mr. Tim was picking you up because you guys were tickling each other, remember?
Just like how you kept tickling Ms. Niki's feet?
Yes, I tickled her feet and she laughed and laughed and laughed.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Mam, you are not the boss of me.
No, your mama is the boss of you.
But I am the boss of your mama.
Monday, April 26, 2010
During his very first baseball game ever, Jackson consumed the following:
1 granola bar
1 ice cream sandwhich
1 corn dog
1 chocolate milk
1 bite of hamburger
1 bowl of birthday cake flavored dippin' dots (of course he had some ... ahem ... assistance with this one)
He also got a taste of some Orange Fanta, Diet Coke and maybe some beer.
We're not sure about that last one.
I did however, pop open his jaw and stick my nose in there for a few whiffs and returned with no evidence.
So, I think we're still good parents.
I think his ride home pretty much sums it up.
Baseball been berry, berry good to him.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
But Mama, will you read Manny to me?
No, we have already read your book and now it is time to go to sleep.
You may keep it with you in bed, and read it to yourself if you like.
At this he wrinkled his brow, raised both hands into the air as if I was crazy to have forgotten and shouted: But Mama! I can't read!
Texts from her phone are always hilarious and good indicators a fun time was being had somewhere and late into the night.
My saved texts indicate while it may have been late in the night, it wasn't always a good time.
A recent sampling:
Maybe. Pretty crabby and starting to pull his ear a little. I took them all to the park bc we are having an open house today. I'll take him in tomorrow.
Feel free to bring Jack. Place is a mess and still waiting on couch and table and chairs.
11 lunch then play or something else?
Still has fever - going home drs appt at 4. Update later!
Good to hear! I might have some work for Eric when I get my house, he works for pizza and beer right?
i have now vacuumed and dusted my whole apt. i need you to call me soon.
Safe and sound
Pneumonia? Start texting sister.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
We don't poach animals.
We only poach Elvis when he is out of his crate.
Ahhh! Right. We don't approach animals when they have gone into their crate. Correct.
Mama, we don't poach dogs.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Pop and Dearie?
Yes, so that we means we need to be extra sweet and very polite to them, ok?
I will be sweet to them, Mama.
I'm not gonna kick them. I won't bite them. I won't push them and I'm not gonna wrestle them.
Right. Good. Please don't wrestle Dearie.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
We were all rushing around getting ready for work, getting Jackson ready for school, picking up for company coming right after work today - it was a whirlwind of curling irons, tiny buttons, cups of coffee, trash bags and velcroed sneakers.
Eric had risen a bit early to make breakfast. His favorite: biscuits and sausage with gravy.
I'm not a fan and generally don't eat breakfast but as I was trying to clasp a necklace, Eric asked from kitchen if I wanted to take a biscuit to work.
So when I finally landed at my desk and reached in my purse to pull out my makeshift biscuit breakfast, I saw that not only had he prepared a biscuit and sausage, but he thought to put the tiny patty in its own tiny snack Ziploc bag inside the main bag.
He didn't want my biscuit to get soggy on the way to work.
That's love, people.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Shortly after he was born, Sylvie, my mother's cousin, sent this book, that had been hers as a little girl. I kept the worn, red book in the nursery for when the right moment came along.
Late last year, we started to read it.
I wanted him to be ready because the book is delicate with age. Each page is fragile and the spine is weak. But the story is as vivid to him as if it were hot of the press.
He fell so deeply in love with the story, we read it each night before bed.
And then someone sent him a tiny, abridged, board book of Peter Rabbit's story and not only would we have to read the board book, but then we would have to follow it up with the original.
There was a lot of Beatrix Potter in our house during those months.
But he devoured it. He memorized nearly every word. Finishing sentences, counting currant buns, shouting phrases and adding sound effects.
He is always ready create sounds for the "scritch and scratch" of Mr. McGregor's hoe. He raises and drops his chin when quoting Peter's "lippity, lippity" hops through the garden and when he raises his arm and shouts "Stop Thief!" it sounds more like "Stop Leaf!" Every time we get to the page where Peter is trapped in a gooseberry net, Jackson has to turn the book upside down to truly study Peter's face.
To top things off, when he is finally tucked in bed and the lights are out he asks for me to tell him another story. Maybe the Peter Rabbit story? Thankfully, I now have it memorized.
Not long after Peter came into our lives, a bunny moved in under the deck. I thought the bunny wouldn't hang around long after learning that a dog lives here, but it appears that the bunny and Elvis have come to an agreement.
The agreement being: the bunny does whatever it wants and Elvis doesn't care.
The two have even stared at each other for long periods of time while they both go about their business in the backyard. The bunny is now so carefree I catch him sunning in clumps of grass nearly each afternoon.
With his eyes closed.
And a mohito.
We have, of course, named him Peter and as the days warm Jackson goes out to visit him. Eventually, he tries to get closer, ends up chasing after him when Peter has had enough and then he stands at the fence and calls "Peter! Peter!"
Peter always comes back to the safety of the deck.
Yesterday, it was incredibly windy and things had been strewn all over the yard. We've had some stormy moments.
We were worried about Peter.
Would he be safe under the deck?
Turns out he had an even better hiding spot.
Safe and dry with a view.
Can you find him?
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
I was not a climber.
But, I've heard stories of a tiny Eric making his way up refrigerators and garage shelves, so we knew this might be an inherited skill.
This evening, after Jackson had specifically opened the drawers of his changing table just a tiny bit so as to use them as steps to reach the top, it was only a few seconds before the middle drawer began to pinch his tiny toes.
He hopped down and came running over to show me the damage.
"Well, that's why you shouldn't climb your changing table," I said.
His toes were fine but he still needed to find a place for the blame.
He shook a tiny finger at the toe-pinching drawer.
"We say 'no! no' changing table! I need my toe back," was Jackson's response.
Then he promptly marched right over to that vicious piece of furniture, reached in to the middle drawer, retrieved an invisible toe and placed it back on to his tiny toe.
But this one really takes the prize.
His Easter basket is so cute - heads or tails.*
*the red wine was not part of his art project ... it was however part of mine
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Between the members of my family and my coworkers, here are a few of the pranks given and received today:
A pregnant relative (this was done twice)
A co-worker resigning (this was done twice)
Accidental swallowing of a tiny "knick-knack"
An impromptu presentation to the president of the company
Someone (Elvis? Jax?) had pooped in the middle of our bed (this one had me screaming while running down the hall to find Eric clutching his sides with laughter)
A canceled party
Google versus Topeka on planet Mars
Sweaty mouse click technology
Starbucks size changes
What have we learned today? I will believe anything.
What did you believe?
*happy birthday, cookie!
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Waking up to just the right amount of light.
Always being needed for directions and percentages.
Agreeing that farming out the house and yard work was a good Valentines/Anniversary gift.
Finding a mint chocolate chip shake in the freezer for no reason at all.
Finding little notes that says miss you any time she takes off for the weekend.
Never eating the same meal twice...even if she tries to.
Hearing her laugh....
That last one is the real reason that she is the best. Her laughter can be heard across a crowded auditorium and it is side splitting. I feel like I am the funniest man on earth on any given night. I hope this blog gives you guys a little bit of insight into how witty, funny, and sweet Amanda is- because I consider myself uber lucky to see it all the time.
Eric breaks out his nightly crossword and I start to drift off.
It's a glamorous life we live.
"Love you, too." ... (long pause ...) "But, I will love you even more if you know the guy who wrote Metamorphosis?"
Happy anniversary to us.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
"Wait, mama. I've got to do my squeezes first."
He gets down on all fours and proceeds to do 10 of the most adorable push ups I've ever seen. After his set, he stands back up and walks toward me.
"You're ready to get dressed now that you've finished your squeezes?"
This kid's got discipline.
Monday, March 22, 2010
"Mama? I want to wear this jean jacket."
"Actually, that's not your jean jacket. Those are your overalls."
"Can I put them on?"
I take the overalls off of the hanger and begin to unbuckle the straps. Without taking his saucer-sized eyes off of those dark denim overalls, he asks,
"What are they going to do do to me?"
"They are going to make you adorable."
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Eric regularly offers Jackson helpful advice, like: "Hey Jack, don't jump up and down on mama's head, ok?" But I really love how he always decides to make a tiny moment into an elaborate parenting opportunity. Sometimes it is transforming bath time into an alphabet lesson and other times it's a discussion about the future. While they are all valuable insights, sometimes Jackson is not really keyed into to the fact that his daddy is trying to lay some wisdom on him and it can be truly adorable to watch. For instance, the other night Eric and a neighbor went to see Bill O'Reilly speak downtown. Jackson asked "Daddy, when I get big can I go with you?" Eric casually responded, "Sure buddy, when you get big you can come with me." But then there's the pause, and the deep breath while he is tying his tie. It's dramatic. He's prepped his speech: "You can always come with me. But you know, Jackson, one day you are going to get big and you're not always going to want to go places or do things with me. You'll want to do things on your own too. And you know what? That's okay."
Nearly every night, Eric turns on both sides of the electric blanket well before bed time. Some nights, when I eventually drag my way to bed and I am greeted by that tiny orange glow on the setting indicating that the blanket has been warming up the sheets, I think to myself, "man, I really love that guy."
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Night-night, party of five?
Each night Jax goes to sleep with all of his "friends."
This particular evening consisted of:
the multi-tasking Lencho the Lion (from Emmy that converts to a pillow or blanket)
Elmo (he is the irreplaceable constant)
Jackson (the cruise director)
Cookie Monster (the chatter-box from Sylvie)
Lumpy (she's Winnie-the-Pooh's pal from Omi that has been in his crib from day one)
Some nights we switch out a few companions and add Baby Doll (a Tennessee cheerleader from Sylvie) or Teddy Bear and Hillsboro the dog (both from Aunty Debbie).
Does this kid ever get any sleep?
Who were the must haves in your "night" life?
Monday, March 15, 2010
I use the word "joke" loosely.
The bit goes like this.
Were all three sitting together, maybe playing or enjoying a meal and Jackson tries to get your attention.
"Mama! Mama! Mama!"
... and the joke is that once he gets your attention he screws his mouth over to one side, juts out his chin, raises his eyebrows and makes a face as though he just didn't quite catch what you were saying and responds:
and then he bursts into giggles.
Get it? He's called you ... but now ... he can't hear you.
That's the joke.
He finds it even funnier when you play the joke on him as well.
At exactly 6 weeks he slept through the night. I remember it in vivid detail.
We were visiting family at Petit Jean Mountain Resort during Labor Day weekend. Eric and I woke at 5:30 a.m. and silently shrieked that we had just enjoyed a good night's sleep.
However, as everyone knows when the kid is sick, all bets are off.
All previous behavior is moot.
Last night, Jackson woke at 2 a.m. with a terrible ear ache.
After rounds of pain relievers and comfort, it always ends with everyone in the same bed.
Which means on my left I get to hear Eric softly snore the night away, while on my right Jackson steals every inch of my pillow.
The only other one awake is the dog, who stares at me in the dark wondering if I might be interested in preparing him a 3 a.m. snack. He's game.
Eventually everyone passes out and all is much better in the morning light.
However, and I'm thinking most parents will agree here? The sleep cycle is ruined.
Once they get a taste of that Queen size, they're never heading back to nursery-ville.
You've taken three sleepy steps back.
So tonight, Jackson was not too thrilled about hitting the sack solo. He requested another song, he needed a hug or two and finally he just outright asked me not to leave.
What can you do? Especially when his nose is so stuffy.
So I figure I'll give it a shot and halfway crawl into his tiny bed to cuddle him to sleep. I figure this will at least be better than everyone eventually crammed into our bed all night. Once he dozes off, I can just sneak away.
You know, I'll try Ross' old "hug and roll" trick, right?
Turns out the kid has a plan, too.
As soon as I've awkwardly configured my body partially into the little crib-bed, he is happy as a clam and would love to gossip over a hot cup of tea.
He's all "Mama! My friends played in the mud today!" and "When I get up, can we play with my blocks?"
Finally, he looks into my face and asks, "Mama? What are you trying to do?"
"I'm trying to sleep, Jackie," I reply keeping my eyes closed for effect.
He pauses to consider my efforts and then gently places his tiny hand on my cheek and says, "I am trying to get you to pay attention."
... have pajama pants like yours?
... go with you on date night?
... have a big tool box?
... have daddy's tools?
... wear your shirt?
... chew gum?
... be a zebra?
... have a car?
Everybody has a dream.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
So, when he was hovering near the front door I asked ...
"Jack, what are you doing?"
"I'm measuring the front door."
"It's 408 pounds."
And later, when the unruly measuring tape was wobbling out of control he furrowed his brow and noted ...
"Mama, this measuring tape is just not behaving."
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
Anything from CDs to hairbrushes to a tiny orange shark to a harmonica can be lost forever or discovered inside your shoe weeks after you gave it to the kid so you could finish your phone conversation.
Living with a pet can be this way, too.