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It's been a while since I updated on Jack and his 'isms. The kid is a crack-up.

Husband's injury.
For those of you who don't know (and I can't remember if I already wrote about this here) Husband broke his foot in three places and severely sprained his ankle. So, it's been a rough 2 weeks or so. He's been hobbling around on crutches and a scooter and generally out of commission. On Wednesday of last week, I was picking Jack up from school when he told me that we needed to go to the store. I asked him why and he proceeded to let me know that we were, "Out of Cranberry juice." I suggested that we call Daddy and see if he would like to go with us to the store. With that, Jack sighed loudly and dramatically. I asked him what was wrong. And he said, "Daddy walks like this, Mama. He slow. He should stay home." And then he walked across the parking lot limping and dragging a foot. It was hilarious. Daddy wasn't picked up to go to store.

That's her name.
Jack has always had a bit of an obsession with names. Full names. When he introduces himself it's always, first, last middle. When he talks about Daddy, it's first and last. He named my dad Ga and if you call him anything but, he'll correct you. For the entire visit that his Grandmother was in town from Virginia, he called her by her full name. Grandma and then her last name. EVERY TIME. I tried to tell him Grandma would work and he looked at me like I was insane. "Mama! That's not her name!" he'd say. I brought it up to him several times. Why was he being so formal?! He must have had enough because he looked at me square in the face and said sternly, "'Cause that's her name!" I couldn't argue with him.

Hard as nails.
This past weekend we went to a cousin's baseball tournament in Holland, Mich. Jack was thrilled to see his older, 4th grader cousin and play with her for hours. At the park they had a playground with all the fixings. When it started to get cool, I decided he should put his jacket on. So, I walked over to the swings where he was happily playing. When he saw me, he started to run toward me, excited. I saw the fall in slow motion. The kid just slid across the crummy wood chips and ended up eating some. He laid there for a second. I asked him if he was OK. He shook his head yes, pushed himself up and spitting out wood said, "I tough, Mama. I tough."

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Baby Rex
23 weeks... 17 to go.
Your baby is more than 11 inches long and weighs just over a pound. He may be able to feel your movements now, so put on some tunes and dance around the house. No matter what race your baby is, he looks red now due to blood vessels showing through his transparent skin. His true skin tone will develop over the course of his first year. Blood vessels in your baby's lungs are developing to prepare him for breathing, but complete lung development will take many more months. The lungs are the last organ to fully develop.

The baby now kicks me if he feels like I have been sitting at my desk too long. He will pound into me until I get up, stretch and walk around for a while. He's very particular about how I sit too. If he doesn't like the postion, he nails me. I am a little worried though. I have 17 more weeks to go and he's only 11 inches, 1 pound. What happens when he's 8 pounds and more?