Day LXI -- 24 days

OK. So I totally know my count to Hawaii is off. Don't ask questions. Just go with it.

Another weekend is approaching, thank goodness. But it's another weekend chock full of crap to do. Why can't we just have a weekend where we don't have to go anywhere and no one comes to visit? Bah-humbug, I say!

Let's chat for a moment about my kid and his walking. 'Cause he's doing it all the time. In fact, he's close to speed walking these days -- straight to the stairs. Loves to climb the stairs. There's also a light switch near the stairs Jack has adopted as the best toy ever!! (Thanks, Ga for showing him that!)

The point is, he's getting really good at being independent. He's not really one to put strange objects in his mouth which is a relief. But Jack will put anything in a light socket that he thinks should fit (and likes to pull out the baby proof thing out). He loves to jump on the couch (and nearly fall off every time). And he loves to play with fans. Don't try to simply unplug it because he'll plug it right back in and turn it back on.

I look back fondly to those easy days of vibrating chairs and exersaucers. People say that's hard. I laugh at them.

So picture this little blond head boggling around the house with his Frankenstein legs. (he's not really into bending his knees just yet.) Usually he hums under his breath or whispers "Da-Da" if Husband is not yet home from the office. Sometimes I just sit back and watch him wondering what he's thinking about while he works on his little "projects". Jack's very particular about where things go, what things do, and how he wants it all to fall into place.

These days, when he's "busy" he walks right on past Ma and takes care of business. He's busy building with his blocks, throwing his rainbow colored balls around and flipping the lights on and off.

He can't be bothered with hugging or kissing. He'll blow me a kiss to get me off his back.

Day LX --29 (60th post)

Yesterday Jack got to play in the "big" kid classroom (1 and 2 year olds.) He should technically be in that class but he refuses to walk on a consistent basis so for liability reasons he still spends some of his day in the nursery. I talked to the director of the center about this and she thinks when he's not thinking about it, he walks but he makes an effort to walk on his knees.

Stubborn.

Yesterday they had him eat lunch (and take his nap) in the BK room to see how he'd do. The menu included: pizza, corn and applesauce.

The teacher told me that Jack ate his lunch completely -- and in his own way.

First he ate all the meat off the pizza. Then he ate some corn and then 'sauce.
Then he ate all the cheese. Then corn. Then 'sauce.
Next, he sucked off all the pizza sauce. Then corn. The applesauce.
Finally, he ate the crust and finished off the corn and applesauce.

I would have loved to see him. This is when I am sad I am a working mom.

Day XLXVIII -- 31

Great news! Jack's been cleared by his doctor! He's croup (crap) free! He's RSV free! He's not suffering from an ear infection or a high temp! He can go back to playing at school!

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!"