Wednesday, March 31, 2010

A note about my wife on this our eight year anniversary

Here are some of the different things that I love, adore, or cherish about my wife.

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.

Car Wash

video

Franz

After a long day, we finally crawl into bed exhausted.
Eric breaks out his nightly crossword and I start to drift off.
It's a glamorous life we live.

"Good night."

"Night, babe."

"Love you."

"Love you, too." ... (long pause ...) "But, I will love you even more if you know the guy who wrote Metamorphosis?"

"Kafka."

"Yes!"

Happy anniversary to us.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Work Out

"Jackson, it's time to hop up and get dressed for school."

"Wait, mama. I've got to do my squeezes first."

"Your squeezes?"

"Yeah."

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?"

"Yeah."

This kid's got discipline.

Sweet Cheeks


Delicious!

Monday, March 22, 2010

Spring Has Sprung


Look out world.

Fashionable

Standing outside of his closet, Jackson reaches his hand up to examine an article of clothing.

"Mama? I want to wear this jean jacket."

"Actually, that's not your jean jacket. Those are your overalls."

"Can I put them on?"

"Sure."

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

Eight

Eric and I are nearing our eighth wedding anniversary (March 31st) and he still warms my heart every day.
~

For the last two weeks, I have been recovering from pneumonia. At first I thought it was just a cold and it is so hard to admit defeat, schedule an appointment, go to the doctor, miss work, blah, blah, blah. But eventually, my mom made me go and I was surprised to find myself in an exam room prepping for an x-ray. Looking for some sympathy, I text Eric that I'm about to go in for a chest x-ray.
His response?
"Can I get a copy?"

~
I've been out of commission and basically am of no use, so Eric has been doing his best to handle house, work, kid, etc. After supper, Eric is cleaning up the kitchen when Jackson flies into the room and this is Eric's instant and rushed response: "Whoa! What is that? Can you play with that? Wait. Does mama know you have that? I don't know, buddy. Hang on. Mama!"

~
"Let me lay some wisdom on you, boy."

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."
Pause.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, son?"
"Can I chew gum?"

~

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."
Happy anniversary, baby.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Everyone Accounted For?



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

We'll Open Up A Restaurant In Sante Fe





The Joke's On You

Jackson has a new joke.
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!"
"Yes, Jackson?"
... 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:
"Hmm? Hmm?"
and then he bursts into giggles.
Get it? He's called you ... but now ... he can't hear you.
That's the joke.
Every time.
He finds it even funnier when you play the joke on him as well.

Isn't It A Little Early?

Mama, what is Santa doing right now?

He is feeding his reindeer.

Sleep Cycle

Jackson has always been a good sleeper.
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?
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."

What's Your Dream?

Mama, when I get big can I ...

... have pajama pants like yours?
... go with you on date night?
... have a big tool box?
... have daddy's tools?
... wear your shirt?
... drive?
... chew gum?
... be a zebra?
... have a car?

Everybody has a dream.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Measured

Eric's measuring tape from work is a huge source of entertainment for a two-year-old. Jack loves to take it out and measure just about anything from the furniture to your upper arm. It can also make for interesting conversations.

So, when he was hovering near the front door I asked ...

"Jack, what are you doing?"
"I'm measuring the front door."
"Oh."
"It's 408 pounds."
"Oh, ok."

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

Icy

Perspective





Jackson's recent class project involved taking milk cartons and building a giant igloo.





That's a lot of 2%.

Popular

On the walk down the hall to Jackson's classroom, several students, parents and teachers from various rooms always say hello to him.
They all know his name.
And he returns the greeting.
Kinda.

Me: Man, you're very popular today.
Jackson: Yes, and I always say, 'What?'


Oldies

There's a new radio station in town that plays music from the mid to late 90s. On the way to school Jackson asked me:

Mama, what music is this?

This is supposed to be GenX music.

Oh. Where does it live?

It lives in Barton Coliseum.