Whoo-hoo!
He was on fire today at the doctors ... he was crawling all over the paper-covered examining table. Loved being just a diaper and socks. L-O-V-E-D it. The nurse gave him the measuring tape that she uses to measure baby heads and he LOVED pulling it out of the case and snapping it back in. He was bubbly and happy and really cute. Until...
He bit me on my shoulder and laughed really hard when I said, "OW!"
(For some reason he thinks it's really funny whenever anyone says OW! Ask Ga, Gramma and Daddy about it. It's not fun when his baby razor blades dig in.)
Here's another example of the kid's genius....
The Dr. was leaning over him checking his ears when Jackson T. reached into her breast pocket, pulled out the tongue depresser, opened his mouth, stuck it on his tongue and said, "AHHHH!" Even the Dr. was impressed.
Daddy dressed him today in something that just didn't make sense. He claimed he wanted him to be comfortable. Apparently comfort doesn't equal color coordinated. (It's not like I didn't set an outfit out for the kid.)
Not like it really matters, right?
"Why do you care?" Husband asked me in the waiting room of the doctor's office. "He' s just a baby and he likes it."
Sure.
When I dropped him off at school one of his teachers said, "Looks like Daddy dressed Jackson today!"
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