Saturday, February 24, 2007

Spleesh Splash


So as it turns out, Jake is like duck in water... um, in the water. I guess it runs in the family. Jake has quite a name to live up to as both his daddy and grandpa were both exceptional swimmers in their day. Jonathan also had fun until it came time to do the hokey pokey. Apparently, I didn't warn him about the songs. I think I like this new weekend ritual myself because after his swim lessons, he slept like a baby. Only BETTER.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Just Caught On Camera

Jake & Clara sitt'n in a swing...

Dear Addie,

Jake would like you to know that he had no control over this.

His mom saw a photo opp and took it. Please don't be jealous.

xo, Jake

Happy Valentines Day!

Jake & Addie sitt'n in a tree...

Ah, young love. Isn't it swell?
wait did you notice it? look closer.

"aaaaaw"

Sunday, February 11, 2007

A Day At The Aquarium

Peace out fishy friends

I love aquariums & I'm pretty sure now Jake does too. Today was his first time at one and he was pulling another one of his best Buckwheat impressions. Bug eyed, glazed over & blissed out like never before. I'm pretty sure he's happy to finally know what's up with these fish creatures he keeps seeing in his picture books. I think his favorite were the clown fish. Yep, this probably means Disney already has a captured audience with my son. I foresee many hours of Finding Nemo in my near future. That's okay though because I actually liked that movie. I can deal with Pixar far better than any hokey Tim Allen playing a dog movie (blech). I guess this means I'll have to take him to the zoo soon. I have a certain guilt issue with zoos, but I guess it's my motherly duty to just shut up and take him. How else is he going to see a few sleeping animals in their "natural" concrete habitat (I know, shut up).

Anyhoo, here are some photos.

New friend Mr. Lorikeet.

Me, Jake, Catherine, T2, Cap, Addie & Sarah
getting friendly with some sting rays and sand sharks.

well hello there.

quiet contemplation

Friday, February 9, 2007

My Son The Spaz


Jake is like a high strung puppy sometimes & I'm breaking my motherly balls trying to keep him out of harms way. He's so mobile now & I am so tired. He's also very loud, ornery and assertive. When something doesn't go his way like if I have to grab an tasty clump of turf from his grip, he sure as hell lets you know it! Before I could count on the fact that if I just hid whatever it was behind my back, he'd think it just disappeared and as he was contemplating that, he'd forget what it was he was contemplating. It was great, but now he remembers. If I hide something behind me, he looks at me like he's going to rugby tackle me for a diamond or something.

Diaper changes are a bit of a challenge these days too. Sometimes I wonder why we even still own a diaper table. I still use it, just not very gracefully. A typical change goes something like this: me wrestling him to the floor, straddling & pinning him down with one leg, his legs flailing about, his little hands grabbing his, erhum, you know. You'd think I were trying to brand him or something. This is especially annoying when he's fully unleashed his wrath in his diaper. It's like he thinks there is a prize down there and he can't wait to get his hands on it. Jake's poop schedule is quickly out pacing my efforts to keep him clean & dry. Most parents tell me their little ones poop only once a day. How wonderful for them and there nice smelling, constipated little babies. Maybe I should post a sign over Chudley's diaper table that says "Only 2 Poops Per Diem".

I wish sometimes I could feed off his energy. Bottle it up and guzzle it when I need a boost. He's definitely excited about his new place in place in this world. As a vertical being I mean. Cause he stands. He stands now. He's a standing man. And when he stands up (still holding on), it is as if he had been in a straight jacket his whole life. He springs up with a shriek, and starts bouncing or dancing (we can't decide) with this crazed look of pure bliss on his face. I swear he's a week away from walking. This actuality frightens me so. He's started climbing recently too which is partly why I didn't watch a second of the Super Bowl last week. He had discovered that the people's home we were at had stairs. I thank my lucky stars that we don't have stairs at our house.
Sometimes I feel like I understand the whole harness thing. But then I realize how humiliating that would be. For both of us. So, I've come to a rightful decision that I will never harness my kid because whenever I see one of those families I just cringe. Don't you? Some poor toddler trailing behind on a leash. Tugged every so often to keep up with the pace. It just so humiliating.
Those of you who know me well enough know I speak from experience.
Yes, I was tethered as a young child. Even my husband Jonathan got tethered. Jonathan to a pole in his front yard, and I to a tree wherever there was one available. So, I wasn't actually led around on a leash per say, but non the less, it was still humiliating.

This photo here demonstrates just that. Here I am, harnessed to a tree sometime in mid July wearing December attire, being tormented by bikini clad children with sticks (they have the sticks hidden behind their backs in this photo). Don't let there coy little smiles fool you. They were ravenous spawns of evil as soon as my parents turned around. Pointing and laughing at the girl on a leash. On a rock. It's obvious now that they were just jealous of my snazzy wool pants and turtle neck. And of course my harness. It had a heart on it. Because if you put a heart on anything, like perhaps, oh I don't know, say a muzzle, WAHLA, that muzzle suddenly seems a whole lot more acceptable and cuddly doesn't it.
To this day I go into a fits of simultaneous weeping & laughing at the sight of this photo. ah memories (humming the theme from "The Way We Were"). Thanks mom.

A Birthday Shout Out To Uncle Ken!


xoxo,

J3

Wednesday, February 7, 2007

sniff stats.

Jake
months on earth: 10
colds since he's been here: as of this week, 5
Me
months being a mom: 10
colds since he's been here: as of this week, 5
normal amount of colds per year: usually 1 or 2
hmmm, that is all I have to say about that.

Tuesday, February 6, 2007

Monday, February 5, 2007

Random Moments 2



a typical "naptime" (can anyone guess what was playing on the tv in the background?)

10 Month Update

I can:

  • sit unassisted
  • crawl on hands & knees at lightning speed
  • pull up to standing position
  • stand unassisted for up to 4 seconds
  • dance (at least that's what we think he's trying to do)
  • cruise (walking while holding onto furniture)
  • pick micro size objects up with pincher fingers and insert them directly into mouth
  • hold bottle
  • hold & drink from a sippy cup (yay!)
  • hold a spoon and attempt to feed himself
  • drool like a basset hound
  • sleep from 7pm-7:30am (WITHOUT dreamfeed!!!!!)
  • say mama, dada (both with some intent, I think), baba, laaaaaaaaaaaaaaooooeeeeeeeeeeeema, nehneh, eeek eeek eeek, aaaabaaa, mmmm mmmm mmmmm & ooooma
  • clear a bookshelf in under 20 seconds
  • understand the word "no" and clearly ignore it.
  • turn book pages

I eat:

  • pureed veggis & fruit
  • yogurt
  • cheese
  • boiled peas
  • boiled broccoli
  • chopped bananas
  • bread pieces
  • black beans
  • Cheerios
  • mac & cheese
  • pasta

I attempt to eat:

  • cat tails
  • mommy's hair
  • lint
  • nature (i.e. rocks, leaves, acorns, grass & sand)