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I don’t think this whole posting everyday thing is for me, since I am just putting up a lot of pictures, and I rarely have time to write anything. But this is a really cute picture, right?
Category Archives: Jack
>It’s Not That He is Jealous, It’s Just That He Doesn’t Want Luke on Your Lap
>Today after dinner we were all playing with this cool shake-up car. Dave and Jack were at one end of the hallway and Luke and I were at the other. We took turns shaking up the car and watching it go, then sending it back to each other. New batteries really turned things up a notch with that car. At one point, it went careening down the stairs, shook itself up on the way, hit the landing and took off again. Hilarity ensued.
And then Luke sat on my lap. And from across the room there was this ungodly yell. A roar almost. It came out of a one year old that was crawling like the wind, at speeds never before clocked in our living room. And that one year old was coming straight at us. He climbed right up Luke’s body, over his head and onto my lap where he started pushing Luke as far away has he could. Which wasn’t far, because Jack has short arms, and Luke wasn’t going anywhere, so there was lots of yelling, pushing, and laughing. Luke and I were shaking with laughter. When I got my breath I said, “Jack never struck me as the jealous type.” And Dave said, “It’s not that he’s jealous. He just doesn’t want Luke on your lap.”
All this took place under wafts of pumpkin cake aroma. I took a picture, but why bother getting it off my camera, when it looks exactly like this?
>Birthday Bash
>To quote one of the party guests, “Wow! The cakes look good. Last time you made these we couldn’t even tell what they were!”
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Did the birthday boy enjoy his cake?
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Yes, he did.
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Right up until we had to hit the eye wash station:
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I think the rest of the guests enjoyed their cake too:
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And it certainly didn’t make anyone go crazy from too much sugar:
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Coming tomorrow – present pictures!
>One Year Ago Today
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One year ago, on November 14th, I went into work feeling achy and sore. I decided to schedule a massage, and I made an appointment for the next day at 2:30. Then I ran into my friend Laura, who was stopping by to visit with her 6 week old and she said, “You look totally different, did the baby just drop?” I said that I thought so. Then she said that another co-worker who was standing right had said that she knew she was about to go into labor because she felt like she had a bowling ball between her knees. The other co-worker acted horrified and denied ever having said anything of the sort. To be fair, the other co-worker has an accent and I only understand about 25% of what she says, so I am sure all the embarrassment and misunderstanding wasn’t Laura’s fault.
About an hour after I scheduled my massage, I had this thought: “I will be so mad if I go into labor and miss my massage and then have to pay the cancellation fee.” So I rescheduled for that afternoon, and I felt so much better afterwards that when I got home I ripped the cellophane off my pre-natal yoga CD and vowed to do it every night until the baby came.
Then, as we were doing our bimonthly frantic house pick up because the cleaners were due the next day, I really started thinking about the ideal day for the baby to arrive. I said, “I hope the baby is born on Dec 1 because then my time off will stretch out more because of the holidays.” And then, “I hope the baby is born on the November 28th because then all the boys will have birthdays on the 28th.” Then, “I hope the baby is born on November 29th since that is two weeks from tomorrow so the cleaners will come while I’m in the hospital and I’ll come home to a clean house.”
Then I went to bed, satisfied with my plan of having the baby on the 29th. Dave had a really annoying, dry cough, and I suggested that he sleep in the guest bedroom but he didn’t take the hint. His hacking and coughing kept me awake and at midnight I stormed off to the basement in order to quell the urge I had to smother him with a pillow. On the way downstairs I was so uncomfortable that I thought, “there is no WAY I am lasting 2 more weeks. I feel like I have a bowling ball between my knees!”
To be continued…
>Phone Call!
>361 Days Later
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361 days after Jack’s birth, he slept from 7:30 pm until 7:00. Yea Jack! It was Jacktastic. And the best part is that I slept for 8.5 hours of the 11.5 that Jack was sleeping. I woke up all groggy and disoriented like I had slept for a week. I have found that Jack falls asleep without a problem and stays in bed longer if he has a minimum of 3 pacifiers. One for his mouth and one for each hand. He was even happy to pose for a photo before bedtime. (Note the novelty buck toothed pacifier. I only break that out when I can’t find three others.)
In other news, Luke was reading to me this evening and he got stuck on the word “up”. As in, “The sun is up.”
L: What’s this word?
M: Sound it out
L: Yup?
M: What is the phonics animal for U? Urkle Umbrellafish says what? (He likes me to not remember the animal name on the first two tries.)
L: No! Not Urkle! I don’t remember the animal but U says “Yuh.” So it’s either Yup or Yoop. The sun is yup. The sun is yoop.
I know I am supposed to have him sound it out, then suggest he guess based on the picture, then only correct him if he asks for help, but instead I started laughing. I laughed until I was crying, and thankfully so did he. Then he blamed the whole thing on me, and said I told him the wrong sound.
>Where in The World is Almost One Year Old Jack
>Jackstastic!
>It may sound like I am complaining about my little handful, but I know he is a blessing. We waited so long for his arrival, years actually. It was like an elephant gestation. Longer than an elephant’s 22 months actually. Like being pregnant for a while, and then not being pregnant for a really long time, and then being pregnant again, but having the pregnancy be really precarious for a while, and then having everything seem fine, and then being really nervous about things for a while, and then having everything be fine again and then having a baby! And then all of a sudden after all that waiting and praying and worrying, it’s a year later and Jack is a smiling little handful who gets into everything!
So, I have declared this week to be all about Jack, and how Jacktastic he is.
Jack likes to hide behind the curtain until we notice he is missing and then he plays peek-a-boo with us. He gives his hiding place away really quickly with his giggling though.
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>Then and Now: Pumpkin Patch
>Technical Difficulties!
>I was in a(nother) panic this evening when I got into my PJs and sat down in front of the Broncos/Browns game after putting the kids to bed and got ready for day 6 of my posting streak.
Dun dun dun! No internet!
Should I drive around the neighborhood in my pjs trying to borrow wireless? Go to the coffee shop? Give up on posting once a day? So tragic. I called comcast and they had me reboot everything, then stand on one foot, chant an incantation, reboot again, and then he said, “Oh, there’s an outage in your area.” Dave mentioned that he thought I would be more concernd about working tomorrow than blogging. But I figured I would solve that problem by just going in at 5am and working there until the comcast office opened and then exchanging my modem. Sure, sounds totally doable.
I made Dave hand over his fancy new phone and I started trying to write a post from there, but while I was getting a cramp in my finger from the tiny stylus, the internet came back up. Hoorah!
Now I can share this photo of a hotel that was recently trashed by a rockstar you all know and love. And by hotel, I mean crib/bedroom. And by rockstar, I mean baby.
Mobile: Ripped out of mobile holder
Picture One: Nearly knocked off wall
Picture Two: Knocked off wall, slipped out of mat, and stomped on
Pacifiers: Tossed randomly about
Needless to say, Jack’s room has now been undecorated. The pictures are in the closet and the mobile is on the changing table.
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