Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Sleepless in New York
Jack, I'm about to head off to New York for six days and Mom is a little nervous. This weekend wasn't a great display of your award winning personality and we're trying to blame it on your flaming butt of fire (Johnny Cash would be proud). I hope you are fairly sane and are more enteraining than annoying and bring smiles to your mom's face. I haven't left you or your mother for this long before and I'm not looking forward to it. As much as I want to experience new things, I'm worried about what your moaning will do to your mother for six days. So, please play nice and I can't wait to see you again. As much as I complain about your constant wookie impersonations (sans back hair) I think you're the best alarm clock in the world when I enter your room and you've got the biggest smile on your face ready to embrace another day.
See you soon.
Love pops
See you soon.
Love pops
Eight Months
Nine days ago you turned eight months old. I forget how quickly nine days turns into 30 and then here I need to be back again writing another monthly update. Slow down the time, child. How does it happen that these months fly by, yet on the days when you are so frustrated with life because I've again served you broccoli when you clearly wanted blueberry applesauce and only blueberry applesauce served to you on a spoon at a pace of approximately one mouthful every seven seconds seems to last FOREVER and EVER. Those moments drag like all eternity and yet, voila, you are eight months old and here I sit mouth agape wondering when this all happened.
You've become a real little sitting machine this past month. When you started sitting you looked like one of those punching clowns that just rocks around and around without falling but all the while looking very unstable. Occasionally, it's like you completely forget you are sitting and you just fall straight backwards. No fear, Jack, no fear. Like those trust-building exercises people do where they fall backwards into the arms of others, but you don't bother with the part where there are others there to catch you. No siree. You just fall because your no panty-waisted scaredy cat. You usually end up crying like a baby, but we forgive you for now since you are still technically a baby.
You took your first trip alone with your dad this month to Medicine Hat to visit Grandma Bev. I was more sad to see you go than I ever expected. And then I went shopping. And I was much less sad and a lot more poor. But I did it for you, little Jackie. I did it because I know it is important to you that you have a stylish mom with perfectly fitting jeans and jaunty little sweaters with this season's longer camisoles that are the ideal blend of sexy and Gymboree appropriate. You two boys had a great time and by the time you got home, I was a sobbing wreck. I missed you with an ache and emptiness I can't even begin to describe. And then you started on that whole blueberry applesauce freak out thing again and I think I was ready to miss you some more.
You continue to dazzle men and women alike whenever I take you out. Whenever someone doesn't take the time to notice your blue sweater that perfectly matches your blue toque, you like to scream UUUUHHHHHHH until they look. They may be standing beside us in a cashier line or they may be 40 feet down at the end of an aisle. Either way, it is important to you that they acknowledge your charm and cuteness at some point. Your toes have been squeezed more times than I've had any appendage squeezed in my lifetime. And this month you did not freak out on anyone and just pleasantly smiled as they grabbed your legs, pinched your chin, tousled your hair, kissed your hands, and poked your cheeks. One of the unfortunate outcomes of this is that I think you've come to expect this level of attention at all times. So if we're just spending a casual afternoon at home eating, I can sense your disappointment when I don't act amazed while you are eating your puffed wheat.
You've continued to challenge me and help me grow this month, Jack. There are times when your fairly constant moaning and groaning have gotten the better of me and I've contemplated checking into a nice quiet facility somewhere in Vermont. There are other times when you are so angry you start to put together all your sounds and you occassionally sputter out "mamamamamama". These are moments where you obviously wish to be taken very seriously, but I can only smile at the fact you've given me a name. You've given me so much more than just that, my little boy. For every moment I've doubted I can manage another second, you've given me hundreds more moments where I've doubted I could be anywhere else and be as happy as you make me. I love you baby.
Love,
Your Momma
You've become a real little sitting machine this past month. When you started sitting you looked like one of those punching clowns that just rocks around and around without falling but all the while looking very unstable. Occasionally, it's like you completely forget you are sitting and you just fall straight backwards. No fear, Jack, no fear. Like those trust-building exercises people do where they fall backwards into the arms of others, but you don't bother with the part where there are others there to catch you. No siree. You just fall because your no panty-waisted scaredy cat. You usually end up crying like a baby, but we forgive you for now since you are still technically a baby.
You took your first trip alone with your dad this month to Medicine Hat to visit Grandma Bev. I was more sad to see you go than I ever expected. And then I went shopping. And I was much less sad and a lot more poor. But I did it for you, little Jackie. I did it because I know it is important to you that you have a stylish mom with perfectly fitting jeans and jaunty little sweaters with this season's longer camisoles that are the ideal blend of sexy and Gymboree appropriate. You two boys had a great time and by the time you got home, I was a sobbing wreck. I missed you with an ache and emptiness I can't even begin to describe. And then you started on that whole blueberry applesauce freak out thing again and I think I was ready to miss you some more.
You continue to dazzle men and women alike whenever I take you out. Whenever someone doesn't take the time to notice your blue sweater that perfectly matches your blue toque, you like to scream UUUUHHHHHHH until they look. They may be standing beside us in a cashier line or they may be 40 feet down at the end of an aisle. Either way, it is important to you that they acknowledge your charm and cuteness at some point. Your toes have been squeezed more times than I've had any appendage squeezed in my lifetime. And this month you did not freak out on anyone and just pleasantly smiled as they grabbed your legs, pinched your chin, tousled your hair, kissed your hands, and poked your cheeks. One of the unfortunate outcomes of this is that I think you've come to expect this level of attention at all times. So if we're just spending a casual afternoon at home eating, I can sense your disappointment when I don't act amazed while you are eating your puffed wheat.
You've continued to challenge me and help me grow this month, Jack. There are times when your fairly constant moaning and groaning have gotten the better of me and I've contemplated checking into a nice quiet facility somewhere in Vermont. There are other times when you are so angry you start to put together all your sounds and you occassionally sputter out "mamamamamama". These are moments where you obviously wish to be taken very seriously, but I can only smile at the fact you've given me a name. You've given me so much more than just that, my little boy. For every moment I've doubted I can manage another second, you've given me hundreds more moments where I've doubted I could be anywhere else and be as happy as you make me. I love you baby.
Love,
Your Momma
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Does Whatever a Spider Can
Holy gravitational pull, little Jack. You did it! You crawled your first steps yesterday while staring adoringly at your aunt Candace. Granted, they were shaky, wobbly little moves, but you have made it onto the scale of crawlingness with a rough score of about four for your first attempt. I'd have given you a five if you would have recited the alphabet at the same time.
This morning you were eager to practice it all again. Today you made much more deliberate strides towards your chosen destination. You still look a lot like a rickety old bicycle someone abandoned in an alleyway in some small village in France that is missing several key bolts and perhaps the steering bar. But, you are officially mobile my little Potato Bug. Sure, Potato Bug. Why not? It's better than the usual Monkey Butt you get.
You already seem a little happier with life now that you can get from Point A to Point B on your own. I think it must feel like the same freedom I felt when I got my first car and took my girlfriend to a mall on the other side of the city. I was all, "Ohhh, look at me. Driving. Miss Driving McDriverson. Hello, can I drive you somewhere because I'm now officially a driving driver." Yeah, it was all freedom and good times, Jack. Freedom and good times until some dip nut hit my car when I was in the mall and drove off. Then it was all payment slavery and shame. And my point? Well, my point Jack is don't be parking your little behind somewhere while you go checking out your shiny new Weebles farm set. You'll come back and it'll be all dinged up and you'll be all "Whoa, hey, I HAD a buttery smooth behind when I left here."
"That was her point?" you are now asking yourself. Really, I don't know. But I do know we are proud of your chubby little arms and legs for propelling you into the wonderful world of forward movement. Welcome aboard, matey.
Love,
Your Momma
This morning you were eager to practice it all again. Today you made much more deliberate strides towards your chosen destination. You still look a lot like a rickety old bicycle someone abandoned in an alleyway in some small village in France that is missing several key bolts and perhaps the steering bar. But, you are officially mobile my little Potato Bug. Sure, Potato Bug. Why not? It's better than the usual Monkey Butt you get.
You already seem a little happier with life now that you can get from Point A to Point B on your own. I think it must feel like the same freedom I felt when I got my first car and took my girlfriend to a mall on the other side of the city. I was all, "Ohhh, look at me. Driving. Miss Driving McDriverson. Hello, can I drive you somewhere because I'm now officially a driving driver." Yeah, it was all freedom and good times, Jack. Freedom and good times until some dip nut hit my car when I was in the mall and drove off. Then it was all payment slavery and shame. And my point? Well, my point Jack is don't be parking your little behind somewhere while you go checking out your shiny new Weebles farm set. You'll come back and it'll be all dinged up and you'll be all "Whoa, hey, I HAD a buttery smooth behind when I left here."
"That was her point?" you are now asking yourself. Really, I don't know. But I do know we are proud of your chubby little arms and legs for propelling you into the wonderful world of forward movement. Welcome aboard, matey.
Love,
Your Momma
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Funny Like I'm a Clown
This week the world is your oyster and you are the baby sittting beside the oyster laughing uncontrollably. Over the last few days, you've started laughing at yourself, by yourself, for yourself. We aren't sure what is so darn amusing, but man, you must have a few good jokes rattling around in those little developing synapses of yours. Perhaps you overheard my joke about the horse in the bar and are just now getting around to understanding the punch line. Or maybe you've just realized the hilarity of that knock knock joke about the sailor that I was telling that woman in Starbucks two weeks ago. Regardless, there are times when you just burst out in laughter. Which is all fun and great in that way that baby things are unless it happens at five in the morning when THERE IS REALLY NOTHING FUNNY AT FIVE IN THE A OF M MISTER HARDY HAR HAR PANTS.
And what is cutest/strangest/weirdest/creepiest of all is the laugh you've decided to go with. Like some babies just have that belly chuckle. Like some babies have that giggle that rolls in waves across their entire bodies. Like those babies you are not like. Instead, you've chosen what I can only best describe as a laugh like an asthmatic donkey with its leg caught in the gate. While a farmer is stabbing it with a pitchfork.
It's glorious in its uniqueness, Jack. I feel fortunate that I'd be able to pick you out of a crowded mall from four stores away simply by listening for it.
Love,
Your Momma
And what is cutest/strangest/weirdest/creepiest of all is the laugh you've decided to go with. Like some babies just have that belly chuckle. Like some babies have that giggle that rolls in waves across their entire bodies. Like those babies you are not like. Instead, you've chosen what I can only best describe as a laugh like an asthmatic donkey with its leg caught in the gate. While a farmer is stabbing it with a pitchfork.
It's glorious in its uniqueness, Jack. I feel fortunate that I'd be able to pick you out of a crowded mall from four stores away simply by listening for it.
Love,
Your Momma
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