Battle of the Snails...

So that "lettuce" trick was a total waste! We put it in at night so the snails would attack it, and by morning they had eaten all of the lettuce, and are now stronger then ever! You know it's going to be a bad day when you lose a fight against a snail.

Stinky Cheese

While I have a few free seconds, I just had to tell all of you about one of Jack's toys. It's this thing that had balls in it and when you hit a button, the balls come flying out. Then Jack grabs the balls and puts them back in the toy. Very fun. Except the other day Muffin was licking the exterior, it smelled funny, and it wouldn't work right. Guess where I found where Jack has been hiding his cheese. Yeah, pretty gross.

Loads of Updates!

Since my mama is in town, I have picked up some extra hours at work, hence the lack of blogs this week. So sorry! But here are a few fun updates on Mr. Jack:

1. This morning the garage door kept going up and down, up and down. My mom couldn't figure out what was going on, that is, until she saw Jack got a hold of the garage door opener!

2. Jack had another baby nightmare last night. It breaks my heart to see him so scared and sad. We brought him into our room, cuddled him like crazy, got him a bottle, and the world is a wonderful place again.

3. I like to think of Jack's sleeping habits as the "triple threat!" He has the Reese ability to sleep in any position, place, light or dark, loud or quiet. He has the Lynch ability to sleep so heavily you would think he's in a coma. And he has the Barnum ability (yes, I know Jack and Kevin aren't genetically connected, but they sure are a lot alike!) to be able to sleep for 12 hours without waking up once.

4. If you tell Jack not to eat something and walk away, he'll eat it. This is how I got him to eat his lunch.

5. Jack just woke up from his nap, so I will blog about his playdate with Pip and Will a little later. TONS of cute pictures, too!

Pippa... Pizza... Playdate... I love the letter "P"!

My mom, Jack, and I are getting ready to go over to Will and Pippa's house for a play date. We are bringing pizza over for lunch. Granted they had pizza last night for dinner, but can you ever really have too much pizza? My answer to that is no, no you can't.

Such A Ham!

I love being a stay-at-home-mom. I know I work nights part-time, but Jack's usually asleep during that time so I get to spend my days with him and I love it. Look at him! He's such a ham! He's so curious and independent, I just love him to pieces.

The past few days have been lazy days. I really need to clean up the house. It's just so nice walking around outside with him or playing with our legos. Then daddy comes home and of course Jack and I want to occupy the same space as him and we basically cuddle him to the point where one could not be cuddled any more.

I was thinking about what life will be like in three years. All of my debts will hopefully be paid off (hopefully!), Jack will be going into pre-school (nooooo!!!!), and who knows what else will be going on at that time. Sometimes I wish I had a crystal ball so I could see what his future holds, but I guess that would ruin all the enjoyment of watching him grow up.

Bad Eater

Remember my baby, Jack? The guy who would eat anything? Yeah, not so much the case anymore. For the past few weeks, he has been a terrible eater! Today we made him cheese raviolis which he wouldn't touch. So I added Parmesan. Again, he wouldn't touch. I added alfrado sauce. Guess what he did? He ate the alfrado and left the raviolis!

So, I decided that I would make him something else for lunch. I sliced strawberries and salmon for him. He ate all of his strawberries and threw his very expensive salmon at the dog. I'm like, "Nooooooooooo!" but it was too late. Now all Jack wants is fruit, goldfish crackers (he's so over the graham crackers), Oreos, and peanut butter.

So, Kevin comes home for lunch just now and I tell him what is going on. You know what he says to me? He says, "Well what do you expect when his mom eats nothing but cheese pizza 90% of the time?!" Can you believe that? Just because I'm unhealthy does not mean my tot gets to be! I'm sure this is payback for all the times I wouldn't eat my dinner as a kid.

Ok, so does anyone have any idea what I should do? I don't want him to starve, but he is refusing everything. I can't give him peanut butter and strawberries every day, can I? Help!

Grandma G.G.

Jack's Great Grandma, who we call Grandma G.G. (Lisa's mama!) asked me a very good question about the nasty snails, so I thought I would address it in case any of you have tanks or decide to get some.

The plants that we bought for our tank had eggs on them. When we put them in our tank, the eggs hatched and *poof*! Baby snails galore. They don't live long, but they keep laying their eggs in the gravel. We can't see the eggs because they are so small, but there are there. We have cleaned out the gravel but they also have laid them in the accessories and no matter how much we clean, they keep coming back.

I read that prior to putting a plant in your tank, you should soak it in water with snail killer chemicals. We don't want to use the snail killer chemical in our tank as it will kill our baby fish though. So, for now, we have gross little things crawling all over the place. We bought lettuce yesterday and I can't believe I'm actually going to try that trick.

I haven't been able to find a real fish store here in Bend. I think I'm going to just go back to Petsmart and say "Give me a Loach" and see what happens. They are aggressive fish, so I'm hoping I can pick one that is a lover and not a fighter, but loves to eat!

Nasty Snails, Part Deux!

Those nasty snails are still there. And do you want to know why? Well I'm going to tell you anyway. We went to Petsmart first to get a snail eating fish. The girl working there said I needed a big orange goldfish. How much? $13.99. I don't buy any fish that costs more then $2.99. I told her there was another kind that ate snails but I couldn't remember the name. Apparently she didn't know what I was talking about. So, Kevin, Jack, and I just decided to go to Petco. When we get there, Kevin remembers the name of the fish. We tell the guy we want a Loach so it will eat our snails. Guess what! He wouldn't sell it to us! He said we should just put boiled lettuce in there for them to eat, them pull it out when the attach to it. I didn't ask for his opinion, I asked for a Loach. So now I have a bunch of nasty snails and I'm a bit irritated that no one will sell me a Loach!

In other news, Jack is doing lovely. He's doing very well with commands such as "No", "Come here" "Put it down" "don't bite the dog", ya know, the usual. I'm so excited to be coming to be visiting everyone so you all can see how much he has changed. It's like he's a brand new baby!

ROAR!

Jack's fish tank is full of nasty snails and they are driving me crazy! There are over 50 in there! Just these tiny little nasty snails all over the tank and it is so gross! So today we are going to Petsmart to buy a snail eater. Afterwards we are heading to Target and then the grocery store. Not the most eventful Sunday, but at least we are getting out of the house.

Kevin taught Jack how to roar, by the way. It is quite sweet. Ya see, what you gotta do is look at Jack and go "ROAR!" and then he looks at you and goes "ROAR!" except when he does it, it sounds like a little kitten! OH SO CUTE!!!!!! I have got to figure out how our video camera works so I can show all of you.

ROAR!

Poop Deck!

My little angel pie is so cute. Just when I think he can't get any cuter, he does something that just blows me away! Whether it's his smile, his Oreo covered face, or when he laughs at nothing, it just makes me want to *burst*. Seriously people, my child belongs on a Cheerio's box.

No real updates today. Just the usual eat, sleep, poop, pull hair, throw a spoon at the dog, eat some more, routine. I'm hoping we can take Jack to the pool tomorrow or perhaps the park. He's been pretty cooped up at the house with me this week and I would like to get him some fresh air.

One thing that is new with Jack is that he can climb on to the couch and the salad bowl (the "salad bowl" is the papasan chair we have. We pretend it is a salad bowl though.) He can get up and get off of it all on his own. He does fall once in a while, but I'm always there to pick him up and smother him with kisses and love. Everyone (Kevin, Aunt Jessica, Grandma Tutu, Amy, etc.) keeps telling me to stop babying him, but I can't help it. He's my baby and just so kissable! Every time I get into "smothering mothering" mode he pushes me away and says, "MOM! Stop embarrassing me!" Ok, he doesn't really say that, but he makes that face at me. So independent that boy is. When will he learn no matter how old he gets, he'll always be my baby and I'll always smother him with love!

Ways to Traumatize Your Child: Take Them to a Crazy Doctor

You know, it's never a good sign when the first thing your baby's new pediatrician says to you is, "Whoe... That's one big baby!" I wanted to be like, "Hey, thanks for the news flash, doc!" but I decided to behave myself. She did, however, tell me a million times how handsome he is and how she never sees children as good looking as him. What can I say? My eggs are amazing.

Ok, so Tuesday was Jack's 12 month doctor's appointment. He's 13 months old though, so we're a month late. Whatever, no big deal. Of course I forget his shot records and social security number and am just completely unprepared altogether. I thought this was going to be a 10 minute appointment where she checks him over, weighs him, and pronounces him a well baby. Wrong! I felt like I was being interigated by the FBI! She had about a million questions for me about my family history. After all of those, she gets into his biological father's family history. Here's how it played out:

Doc: "Do you know if the biological father has diabetes in his family?"

Me: "Uhhhh...."

Doc: "Cancer?"

Me: "Ummmmm....."

Doc: "Asthma?"

Me: "Uhhhhhhh.... Oh! He has acid reflux!"

Probably not the answer she was looking for as she gave me the ol' deer in the headlights look. I then quickly said with my head down low, "I'll ask Jack's grandmother." Big mistake! Because that brought on an entire new conversation:

Doc: "Oh, so you are speaking to Jack's other family?"

Me: "Oh yeah! They're great! They really love Jack a lot."

Doc: "And you are ok with them seeing Jack?"

Me: "Uhhh, yeah?"

Doc: "Most single mothers don't allow the other family to see the child."

Me: "Well, I just figure since everyone loves Jack, he should be able to see them."

Why am I justifying to her why people who love Jack should be able to spend time with him? That really irritated me. I know I can be really petty sometimes, but come on, I'm not that terrible of a person. She asked all about how they interacted with him and stuff. I don't know, it was just really weird.

Then she starts asking about Kevin. Now, if you thought I was sensitive about my feelings for the Lynch family, I'm a real softy when it comes to my sweetheart.

Doc: "How does your fiance treat Jack?"

Me: "Like his own"

Doc: "Hmmm...."

Me: "What?"

Doc: "It's rare to find a man to step in like that and be the father figure to a child."

Ok, that's true, but the way she said it is what really bothered me. It was like she thought I was making Kevin up. I may live in fantasy island most of the time, but Kevin exists!!!

So, after that whole song and dance of justifying the people that are in my son's life, we got into Jack's health. He is 32" long, and 28 pounds, 14 ounces. I think the scales I've been putting him on must have been off as I had estimated him at 32 pounds. The doctor was very impressed that he can walk, run, put objects into holes, sit up on his own, etc. She said he was doing very well socially, as well. Her only concern was he can only say one word. She said most babies can say 6 words at this age. Well, Jack is not like most babies! So, Kevin has been working very hard with Jack by reading to him more and talking more to him about the objects he's playing with. Dog... Hat... Ball... Lego... Are we sure we want to teach this boy how to talk? We'll see how it goes, but I'm in no rush for that tot to start speaking his mind.

She also told me that Jack can not be a vegetarian at this age. Tofu, dairy, and soy are no enough protein for him. She said the whole milk he drinks is why he is so chubby, and that he needs to have meat in his diet. I was not happy with that, and argued with her. However, she is the doctor so I have decided to allow fish and poultry into his diet. Since I've incorporated meat into his diet, it's all he wants (that and Oreo's). I am not a happy mommy right now.

Oh, and while we there, the doctor said that Jack's circumcision had healed a little wrong. The next thing I know, Jack was purple and not breathing. That's because he was crying. She said, "I don't tell the parents I'm about to do that because they panic and then the child panics." Do what? I didn't see her do anything! All I knew was my baby wasn't breathing because he was so pissed off. I said, "What did you do!?" and she told me she had to tear the foreskin on his penis. What the &*%$! Who the hell does that? This doctor came highly recommended to me. She is so popular that her next available appointment isn't until February. Are you kidding me? You tear my son's penis, judge Jack's family, judge my fiance, and tell me repeatedly how fat my kid is. I am finding a new doctor. On a happy note, Jack's penis has healed from the trauma and he is ok now. Nothing has fallen off, thank goodness!

Alright, I'm calm. Now, lets see, other updates... Grandma Tutu is in town! She'll be staying with us for a few weeks which I am stoked about. FREE BABYSITTING! I get to pick up a few days shifts at work, go out with my friends, and even have a date with Kevin. Sigh, the joys of grandmas!

Today Jack has a play date with Nathan and Noah. We are all going to the park and having a picnic. Our goal is to get all three boys exhausted as us moms are going out tonight and want them to behave for their babysitters. My guy is an angel pie, I need not to worry about him.

Pippa Spin!

Yesterday we had a play date over at Pippa's house. Will was quite tired when we got there so he was napping for most of the play date, but Pippa was quite awake and very entertaining for Jack! There were a few times Laura had to remind Pippa that Jack doesn't have a big sister so she needs to be gentle. Jack loves having her and Will around, though. I can just tell that him and Will are plotting for something big. Cookies? Candy? Who knows, but whatever it is, it will be big.

So, we enjoyed a nice afternoon there, followed by some Oreo cookies and Aunt Jessica spinning Pippa. I had brought some french fries over to their house as well. Remember that scene from "Night of the Living Dead" when all of the Zombies are attacking the main character and he's trying to fight them off? That was me yesterday with the three kids. They kept sneaking up on me and jacking my fries. Not cool, man, not cool.

Jack has his doctor's appointment this afternoon at 1pm. Will tell you all about it tomorrow.

Weekend Update... With Your Host: Baby Jack!

Well, this weekend was quite eventful for Mr. Sparrow. Saturday we went over to Jon & Morgan's house. Jon is Kevin's friend from work and he and his wife just had a baby last week. Luca, their new baby, is so adorable. The moment I saw him I was like, "Hey Kevin! I have a great idea!" and before I could say my great idea Kevin glared at me and said, "NO!"

But anyway, that Luca is such a cutey. I didn't bring my camera with me so Kevin is going to ask Jon for pics from Saturday. Jack didn't really know what to make of Luca. He tried to play with him but was a little rough so we had to separate them. While we were at their house, we watched the Oregon football game while Jack played legos and entertained us. It was a lot of fun and I think they are now our couple best friends.

Sunday was a blast! Kevin, Jack, and I went to Juniper Pool and swam around for an hour and a half. I just love going there! It wiped Jack out so he took a good long nap once we got home.

My hours at work have been cut since the busy season is over. I'm only working 11 hours this week. Yikes, not good. So I'm looking for another part-time job until things pick up. Life would be a whole lot easier if I could just win a million dollars. Am I really asking for too much?

P.S. Happy Birthday, Uncle Nick!

Holy cow! Yesterday was Uncle Nick's birthday! Jack forgot to call him... bad baby! So, Happy Birthday, Nick!!!!! We love you!!!

The G Diaper

Have you ever heard of the G Diaper? Well, if you haven't (or if you have), I'm going to tell you a little about it.

Since I decided to become more "green", I've been buying environmentally friendly soaps, chemicals, detergent, etc. My favorite thing though is the G Diaper. I originally got them in Reno a few months back but it wasn't until recently had I been using them diligently.

So, the exterior of the diaper is cloth. They come in fabulous colors and patterns, and they have a big G on the butt. The interior has a disposable liner. After the tot does his business in it, you just toss the disposable liner which is biodegradable in just 50-150 days! Unlike regular diapers, it doesn't contain any plastic making it easier to break down. You can also flush them or put them in a compost. That's a little too "green" for me, so tossing them works just fine for me.

The other wonderful thing about them is they really help with diaper rash. They keep your baby's butt drier and cleaner.

The negatives? Well, they are about 10 cents more a piece expensive then Pampers. It also takes an extra minute to get the new diaper all set up. I mean, it's not that big of a deal setting it up, but 10 cents more a diaper is pretty costly. Luckily, I had a $50 giftcard for Jack so I got him a HUGE pack of the G diapers!

www.gdiapers.com

Jack wearing his orange G Diaper under his shorts.

Jack got stuck in the hamper yesterday. Here he is wearing his white G Diaper.

Brusha Brusha Brusha!

Now that Jack has his teeth, proper dental hygiene is very important. For a while I was brushing his teeth with this little rubber thing that fit over my finger and it had rubber bristles at the end. However, every time I put my finger in his mouth he bit me. So, I decided about two months ago I would upgrade to a baby toothbrush so he wouldn't bite me. Well, since Jack is just so grown up, he insists on bushing his own teeth now. He actually does a pretty good job at it. I only have to interfere a little which usually ends in him screaming at me because HE wants to do it. Yesterday he brushed his teeth for about 10 minutes. When I tried to take the toothbrush back he cried. Maybe he is biting it since he's teething? Well, he has a doctor's appointment on Tuesday so we'll see how well we're really doing at keeping his teeth clean.

Oh! Look at my angel! Below is from last night's dinner. Around 5pm Jack became really cranky so I put him in his highchair to eat dinner (usually we wait until Kevin gets home so we can eat together). He ate it super fast, and the next thing I know he was asleep. It was the sweetest thing I ever saw. Eating is a very exhausting activity. So, Kevin got home, ate dinner, and we were watching a little tv before I had to go to work. All of a sudden, I thought a plane hit the house! You know what it was though? Jack snoring! His snores are so sweet now, but I can tell you right now that the woman who marries him better be a deep sleeper or deaf.

Jack's Top 10: Funniest Things Ever

So, here are the top 10 things that make Jack laugh hysterically every time.

10. The Elmo's World segment on Sesame Street
9. Kelly Rippa (She also taught Jack how to clap at just 3 months! I think she's his first love)
8. The Moobie Monster! (That's me. I snork him and say, "Moobie Monster!" in a funny voice)
7. Poking Kevin
6. Poking people's belly buttons
5. Aunt Jessica
4. Mommy's makeup brush (he puts it near his face to bite it and when it gets near his face he can't stop laughing)
3. Running away during a diaper change
2. Muffin, the family dog (we also refer to her as Jack's big sister)

and the #1 thing that makes my baby laugh:

Riding in a shopping cart

We are making a video of that because it is the funniest thing you've ever seen!


Today we are doing much much better. Still a lot of boogars and a cough, but not as bad and Jack's eating again.

Day 4 - We Are a Mess!

So, Jack seems to be doing a lot better. He still has a slight runny nose and a little cough, but for the most part he's feeling good. Me, on the other hand, had to call into work Monday and Tuesday, leave work early on Sunday, and today is my "day off", so at least I have one more day of trying to get better before I go back to work. My head hurts, body aches, and my tummy keeps rumbling.

While dying on the couch these past few days, I've been online reading other people's blogs. Do you know how grateful I am to not be in middle school? I found some blogs about these girls talking about middle school and how they are all fighting with each other and fighting via blog. A. I am so glad I had a boy. B. Do they know the world can read their business? C. Did I mention I am so glad I had a boy? Yeah, drama!

Since today I am feeling a little better, I am working on laundry and dishes. I keep going back and forth between hot and cold flashes. One second my body is on fire, the next I'm freezing. Poor Jack must be bored out of his mind with me. I owe that tot big time.

Still Under the Weather

Babycakes and I are still really sick, so we're going to just rest today. Hopefully we'll have more to say tomorrow...

Sick

Jack and I are both very sick. We have runny noises, tummy aches, body aches, and everything in between. Hopefully we will have a happier update for tomorrow.

Ghost Tree

Jack is so sick with a cold. He's covered in mucus and sneezing like crazy. Last night was rough for him. While Kevin and I were at dinner, Aunt Jessica had prepared him a lovely dinner. Sadly, as Jack became tired during dinner, he rubbed his eyes. Little did he know, his hands were covered in spaghetti sauce so he rubbed it in his eyes! Then he starts screaming so Jessica is trying to wash it out of his eye but he keeps rubbing them from the pain. I feel so bad for him.

Once we got home, he was still awake in his crib. He was snorting from all the mucus up his nose. I gave him a few squirts of saline spray which I hope helped. Now that I'm awake my nose is all clogged and I have a migraine. Today is going to be a long day.

Ok, so even though this has nothing to do with Jack, I still wanted to tell you about the Ghost Tree Invitational that Kevin took me to last night. It's this charity event that his company throws every year. All the fancy restaurants come to this fancy golf course and you get to drink wine and beer and eat all the fancy food you want while wearing fancy clothes. So, we get there, and of course I just had to wear 3 inch heels. Guess who's feet were swollen in about 30 seconds. Yeah, me. Then, we go to every single restaurant booth for food. Kevin had elk burgers with bacon and meat on skewers and meat on meat and meat meat meat. Guess what I had! NOTHING! This was a non-vegetarian affair apparently. So I didn't eat anything all day because I thought I'd be eating all night. Oooooh no! I got to watch Kevin eat! However, I did get to hold his two other plates while he ate what was on the plates he was holding. And beer and wine? No thank you. I did however get a Pepsi and two lemon torts the size of quarters.

While we're walking around schmoozing with all the rich folk, Kevin sees someone he knows and screams "WHAT UP!" He scares the hell out of everyone within a five mile radius with his booming voice. After he said hello to them, we kept walking and I start to quietly yell at him that this was not the type of event you scream at. The moment (seriously) I say that, someone who knows Kevin who was not present at his "WHAT UP!" fiasco screams "HEY KEVIN!" scaring the Hell out of everyone again. I'm like, "Please don't encourage him!"

The program that Kevin designed naturally had a list of sponsors in it. I was looking for Tommy Bahama but Kevin said they weren't a sponsor. I thought that was strange since EVERY SINGLE MALE had a Tommy Bahama shirt on except Kevin. I'm going to have to look into buying Tommy Bahama stock because apparently his Hawaiian polo shirts are quite popular amongst the wealthy. This has got to be an omen or something because I've never felt more like I was in Hawaii then last night, and I've even been to Hawaii!

Oh, and the silent auction you ask? Kevin wouldn't let me within 100 feet of it. All I wanted to do was check it out a little but he was not about to let me bid $550 for a massage. It's for charity, Honey! So, alas, I did not walk away with any souvenirs.

Alright, that's all for now. Here's the only picture I got out of the entire night since someone is a cheese monkey and made a face in EVERY picture we took. I'm on my tippy toes and he's slouching down.

Jack: 1 Mommy: 0

I just had a battle royale with Jack over changing his diaper. I got the dirty one off, the butt wiped clean, but unfortunately I was unable to get a clean diaper on. You're probably thinking, "You're 25, he's 1, how can you just let him win?" Trust me, between his ear piercing shrieks, kicking, and "running" away, it's just a battle no one could win. So now he's running around the living room naked in all his glory. I won't be posting naked baby pictures (this is the internet!), but I will do the next best thing: a kitten running away from monsters. Random, I know, but so amusing.

Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner!

Nothing says good ol' fashion Reese fun like putting a beer and chicken drum in a sleeping baby's hand.

The Routine

My good friend, Kelly, who has 8 year old twins, once told me when I was pregnant that you must have a routine for your baby. I think Ruby, Jack's "other Grandma" (and one of many "other Grandma's"!) also said that. Anyway, I decided to follow that advice as both Kelly and Ruby have wonderful children, and now that we are settled into Bend, I think we have a pretty nice routine going. We wake up, make Kevin's lunch, I give Jack his bottle, then we say goodbye to Kevin as he goes to work, then I blog. After that, we go downstairs, have breakfast (one whole sliced banana and a breakfast bar chopped up), watch our PBS lineup while playing ball, Legos, etc. Then around 8am or so Aunt Jessica gets home, she gives Jack some oatmeal, and then she goes to bed (she works the graveyard shift as a nurse). Jack takes a nap, then depending on what day it is we either run errands, clean, go shopping, etc.

So, the PBS lineup is SuperWHY, Clifford the Big Red Dog, Sesame Street, Dragon Tales, and Word World. Now, we aren't just sitting there watching the tv, we're playing games and eating breakfast, but I like having it on in the background. Jack really doesn't care for SuperWHY, Clifford, Word World, or Dragon Tales. They are just background noise. But when Sesame Street comes on, everyone better be quiet because that is his show! He can't get enough of it! Despite my ill feelings towards Elmo, Jack loves him. It irritates me that he speaks in third person and I also think he's a sell-out. But Jack loves that little red monster. Me? I've always been a Cookie Monster girl. I mean, who doesn't love cookies?

Now my favorite of the shows is Word World! Pippa loves it, too. Actually, she's the one who introduced it to me. Jack usually takes his nap as Word World comes on, but that doesn't stop me from watching it.

NBS: Naked Baby Syndrome

Chrissyism (Cris-c-is-em): A statement made by me that shows how confused I am. Example #1: Last night I was talking to Kevin about a wood project he wants to do. I asked if he owned a puzzle saw. He said, "You mean a jig saw?". Example #2: My parents once were talking about "buying the farm". I asked them, "Why would you want to own a farm? That'd be a lot of hard work."

Chrissyism for the day: Kevin said, "Jack kept waking up last night because the dog was laughing." I replied sincerely, "Muffin can laugh?" He replied, "Muffin? I'm talking about his toy dog that he sleeps with." Why I would think the family dog could laugh is beyond me.

Ok, onto Jack Jack. I am so tired, and I'm sure Kevin is even more. I work part-time, like, 20 hours a week, but when I do work, it's often times until midnight. Well, last night was one of those nights. I roll in around 12:10am or so, and of course my honey was waiting up for me. He does that on all the nights I work to make sure I'm home safe and sound (I think the real reason he stays up is because he is playing video games and to avoid me being grouchy he says he's awake for my well being... hmmmmm!!!!)

So, we head off to bed. I have no idea at what time Jack started crying, but I did not hear him. Apparently, Babycakes (Jack) rolled over in his crib onto this singing dog that wouldn't shut off. Since it kept him awake, he was crying. Kevin got up and brought him into the room so he would feel better and be cuddled.

7am rolls around and there's a kung fu combo of hair pulling and hitting from my tot going down. Nothing says "Wake up, Mom!" like a punch to the face. I am so exhausted! Why can't he just sleep!? And poor Kevin got even less sleep then me because he was up all night trying to get Jack Jack back down.

On another note, our sweet boy has learned how to take off his pants. He's been able to for a few months now, but it was only just recently that he became a pro at it. Both yesterday and today I was making us breakfast and the next thing I know there's a half naked baby running through my living room. Who am I to judge, right? I say if a person doesn't want to wear pants, let them not wear pants!

New Rule

Last night Jack woke up at 5:30am crying. Not sure why, but it took Kevin a good hour to get him back down. So, I'm enforcing a new rule here. No more waking mommy up at 5:30am. Ok, lets see if Jack can follow it.

The Proof is in the Pudding!

The other day after we measured Jack, he decided he was a little hungry. Being that he is only 2'7", he can't reach anything that is too high up. Lucky for Jack, Aunt Jessica's shelves in the pantry are the lowest to the ground, giving him just the right amount of distance to food. As Aunt Jessica would say, The proof is in the pudding!!!