Category Archives: Jack

>Little Pumpkin

>The week before Halloween, Luke recited “5 Little Pumkins” and I was very impressed. He rolled his eyes and said “It’s not like I just heard if for the first time this week.” So, if I was extremely impressed with Luke, imagine how excited I was when Jack started reciting the same poem. Poor Jack, he was running around on the Saturday before Halloween, talking about how he was going to be in a costume parade, and he and his preschool friends were going to recite the poem for the toddlers. He was very excited. So excited that I felt a twinge of guilt over blowing off the Halloween party at the daycare the day before. Oops. And without further ado, the video:

>Lemon Heads

>Luke tragically reported to Dave that he “had plenty of time to eat his lunch today. Because it all fell on the floor and had to be thrown away.” He was starving and traumatized from the experience. But upon further questioning, it turns out that only the apple fell on the floor, and that 8 people tried to open his lemonheads and no one could. And that I had forgotten to pack a tube of yogurt, and for some reason he didn’t drink any milk. When I was trying to get the story straight, I asked why he didn’t use the scissors I pack in his lunchbox (for the pesky tubes of yogurt) to open the lemonheads. He signed and said, “I’m only school-smart.”

In Jack news, I heard him saying, “Mama” in his room the other morning so I walked in there. He looked up from the stuffed animal in his arms and said, “Oh, I was just talking about you.” I thought that was pretty funny, so I was sharing the story with Luke and Dave at dinner that night and they were laughing. Jack said, “I wasn’t complaining about you! I was just talking about you.” Very reassuring.

>Play D’oh! The Full Sensory Experience

>The other day, Dave came to find me with Jack under his arm and said, “We have a situation. He stuck play doh up his nose.”

My first thought was, “Thank GOD I put the search option on my blog!” Because I knew this had happened before, and I had some crazy idea that the worst case scenario was to suck the stuff out with your mouth, but that maybe my friend Mare had corrected that in the comments, and I should check before I did anything crazy like that, and I could search on “stuck in your nose” and the answer would be right there, but Dave would probably prefer if I just got it out instead of firing up my laptop, and before I was finished with this crazy thought rampage I had gotten most of it out with my beautifully manicured nail and the bulb sucker.

Dave didn’t think the bulb sucker was working, so I resorted to the nail, while informing him that the bulb sucker was mostly just to torture Jack for putting something in his nose (exactly my same thought process as last time, and obviously not a real deterrent)

In the end, the bulb sucker did work to get it all out, once Dave was holding Jack down and I could really cram it in there.

I should also mention that as soon as Jack started playing with the play doh, (the day before) I saw him holding a mold very close to his face. He caught my eye and said, “You don’t eat it?” I said, “No. You don’t eat it.” He said, “Just lick it?” I said, “No, you don’t lick it.” So he finally sighed and said, “Oh. You just smell it?” I said, “Yes, just smell it.”

I had no idea how closely he planned to smell it.

>Knock Knock

>Luke has two books of knock knock jokes, and he frequently regales us with jokes. I always imagined there would be a time in our lives where the kids were obsessed with jokes and I was sort of annoyed and rolled my eyes all the time. But I pretty much laugh every time I hear a knock joke. So this phase is going much better than anticipated.

Dave picked up the book and told one to Luke:
Dave: Knock knock
Luke: Who’s there?
Dave: Tyrone
Luke: Tyrone who?
Dave: Tyrone shoe laces!

Immediately Jack had to retell it.
Jack: Knock knock
Luke: Who’s there?
Jack: Tyrome
Luke: Tyrone who?
Jack: Tyrome shoehandsomes.

His version is even better, but this one is my fave:
Jack: Knock knock
Luke: Who’s there
Jack: Joke-uh
Luke: Joke-uh who?
Jack: Joke-uh Jack.
Jack (with a sigh): I love that one.

>Not a Fan of Smores

>1.) I bribed Jack into pooping on the potty with the promise of a marshmallow and he said, “Well. Ok. But don’t graham it!”

2.) Sometimes when Jack is hugging and petting Lucy, he says to her, “Oh Darling.”

3.) I used to assume drooling was something that one would grow out of. Is keeping saliva from spilling out of your mouth a skill that can be taught?

4.) Other skills we need to work on: The proper way to eat an ice cream cone.

>Rock, Paper, Scissors

>Luke said, “Um, Mama? Jack is playing rock, paper, scissors with himself in the mirror.”
I asked, “Who is winning?”
“Um. It’s a tie. But I heard him say, “OK, next time, I be rock and you be scissor. Rock, paper, scissors, shoot! NO! I told you to be scissors!””

>Vacation Jackisms

>** I poured some sour milk into Jack’s glass when we were camping in Silverton. (I swear I tasted it first, but it must have turned after I poured it.) Jack said, “This milk makes my mouth go like this: Grrrrr! ROAR! GROWL!” And he proceeded to growl for about 5 minutes straight. For real, like a lion. A scary, angry lion that does not like sour milk.

** Grandad was trying to move the air mattress from the bedroom to the living room of the RV and Cleo the cat was safely hiding in the corner. Jack dove to her and threw his body over her’s yelling, “I will protect you Cleo!” Cleo didn’t like that and she let him know. I tried to explain by saying, “Jack, Cleo gets scared of you because she doesn’t know what you are going to do next. ” He shook his had wearily and said, “I don’t know either.”

This is our campsite in Silverton. It rained almost the whole time, so the picture doesn’t do it justice. Dave had a rest day from his ride the day before and that morning he was making Jack and I some delicious pancakes.

From vacation2010