Tuesday, March 27, 2007

a MAJOR announcement and random musings

First off, drum roll please.......................

You:

"what?"

"For chrissakes, spit it out."

"what the F@#$"


he's walking! he walks, he's a walking boy.

Yep, Jake has fulfilled his homo erectus (that's right, HOMO ERECTUS, now grow up) destiny. This is such exciting stuff. I thought the day he started walking I'd run screaming for the hills, but strangely I'm not. Although, he is still just toddling around. When he figures out how to run, then I'll run. Right now, he'll make maybe 10 or so steps, drunkenly strung together as he weaves his way across the room. One foot will every so often want to go THE OTHER WAY, or both legs will slowly make their way further and further apart leaving him standing there almost doing the splits. Once he's made a successful journey, he'll glance back at me with a very proud, yet approval seeking look. He's so confident with his new ability that he'll even walk while holding on to stuff (usually a puzzle piece). Can you believe it? What a genius.

Sniff, my baby's growing up so fast.

here's some recent footage. Knock yourself out.





Now a random musing... My mom, God love her, is so weird sometimes. For those of you not in the know, she's staying with us for a short while. Anyway, right now she's taking a pre-American Idol nap. Yes. You heard me right. A pre-American Idol nap. The thing is, it's actually on right now, but she like to take a 30 minute nap while it's being tivo'd so she can fast forward through the commercials. seriously. Oh, she just woke up. It's American Idol time folks!

2nd musing, 10 adults, 5 babies, excessive cheese & wine = fun chaos



note the car seat parking in the background.

Friday, March 23, 2007

Friday, March 2, 2007

What could be more fun than a barrel of tupperware?

Kleenex.

It's time for a schmaltzy and somewhat uneventful Jake at the park movie

Well, the music is the sad schmaltzy part, but I love this song and I'm the boss of making these videos so there. Grandma B, grab your kleenex.

And just where do you think you're going missy?

Who can resist those big, needy eyes?

So Jake has entered a mildly annoying, new phase. Separation anxiety. He's like a clingy little monkey. I say it's only mildly annoying because part of me simply turns into a big pile of mush at the fact that he gets that torn up over me leaving the room. Nobody I've ever known has done that before. I feel like Ringo Starr. He'll go completely berserk over the mere 8 feet of distance between us. Like the other day when I had to go out to the garage to grab something. He could see me through our living room windows and when I got back he was throwing a full blown, ear numbing tantrum, standing there stomping his little legs and doing his baby tourettes routine.
It's this kind of anguished love that will probably never quite be as intense as it is now. I guess I should savor it to some extent because when this phase is long over, he'll never again view me as this perfect hero person that he can't bare to be away from. After all, there will inevitably come a day where I'll embarrass the hell out of him and he'll insist on walking 20 paces ahead of me. I shall then remind him of these moments. That said, I wouldn't mind if it were a tad less intense because oh the guilt. God forbid I have to go to the bathroom and leave the little darling alone for a minute. When I come back, he looks at me with such joy and amazement like someone told him I had died. It's sweet, but it's hard. That's mostly the reason why I haven't kept up with this here blog as regularly as I used to. This morning I got some time because *grin* he's actually taking a marathon nap and I decided chores shmores! The house may look like an apocalyptic nightmare, but hey, what do you want from me. I'm blogging, I'm happy & best of all I'm FREE (for 8 or so more minutes).