Nohe 5

Jack Is In The Doghouse Big Time for This One

I knew I just should not have gotten out of bed this morning when I woke up with an eye spasm that made it absolutally painful to open my right eye.  Then a diaper got mixed in with the laundry and exploded in the wash leaving everything covering in clear gel.  Then I checked my e-mail while the boys were watching the Great Muppet Caper only to return to find that Harold and the Purple Crayon Jack and the Grape Smelling Purple Marker had visited the family room and kitchen.

Needless to say that all of this activity has left Jack squarely in the doghouse for the foreseeable future.

The Results Are In And You ARE the Father

Lest anyone ever wonder who Jack's father is, here are some side by sides of Marty and Jack at the same age.  I know, it is freaky. 

Thank you Pam for these great pictures.

HazMato and Jack- Never the Two Should Meet

My good friend Tracy has just launched in to the world of blogging with HazMato, about her dog and his training.  So far it is highly entertaining.  However, it reminds me of a little guy we like to call Hurricane Jack.  So in honor of Mato and his history of destruction, I give you Jack greatest hits.  By the way, the chocolate incidents were two separate events.

We Have Started to Potty Train

So far we have not had our first success, but (no pun intended) I feel like Jack is on the brink.  Maybe he is saving it as a Christmas gift.

So in honor of potty training, here is a little funny to end your Friday.

Teething Teething Everywhere

OK so when I found out I was pregnant with Teddy everyone told me how great it would be to have little stair step children and that 2 years between them was practically perfect spacing.  What they neglected to tell me was that having the boys two years apart would line me up for a teething 5 month old and a two year old cutting a new set of molars.

I think the boys are taking turns crying, but sometime it is just so hard to wait for your turn and they decide to cry in two part harmony.  It is really quite awful.

Add on top of this that the teething has just put Jack in a foul mood and a two year old in a foul mood is a force of nature.  Cups have been flying.  The floor is regularly kicked and hit by the toddler sprawled out on it.  "No" is becoming the new black in our house.

Here's the kicker.  I didn't recognize what was happening with Jack until last night.  HELLO!!!  Fingers in the mouth.  Crabby.  A rekindled romance with his pacifier.  The signs were all there.

Anyway, we will soldier on.  As of yet, Rachel's Christmas tree is still the only decoration up.  While that my be Marty's dream Christmas (he is not in to decorating the house), I am determined that there will be some Christmas cheer decking our halls by the end of the day today.  What else is there to do when you are awaiting the Storm Of the Century of the Week (at least that is what we here in the South call 1 to 3 inches.  Quick lets go buy 8 loaves of bread and 6 gallons of milk before the first flurries arrive and we are forced to eat the children.)

Hard Headed Baby Boy

This morning Jack slipped in the kitchen and whacked his head on the edge of his chair.  I have never seen anything swell up so fast in my whole life.  By the time I picked him up off the floor, the poor child had a huge goose egg on his head.  I put ice on it, but that just turned into a wrestling match after a few minutes.  If he could have talked I know he would have said, "Mom!  Leave it alone!  Handy Manny is on and I have Frosted Shredded Wheat.  I will walk this off.  I'm fine.  Leave me alone!"

It doesn't seem to be bothering him much.  He didn't cry but for a minute and he isn't trying to touch his bruis.  And, because I am such a good mom, after I treated his wounds, I took pictures so that when he is a teenager I can remind myself how hard headed my son was right from the start.

Pull My String

I often meet Jack's chorus of "Mama!  Mama!  Mama!" from the back seat with statements of understanding like, "I see."  or "My Goodness!"  At times, usually after about two hundred and fifty Mama's, I sometimes snap back with, "Kid, it is time to learn some new words."  Well, Jack has done just that.

Sometimes when he is stuck, I will hear a little "He,  Mama he," which translates in to "Help."  Jack will also requests "Hu" for hugs, "Cuk" for cookies and "Jew" for juice.  There is also "Nigh Nigh" which could relate to anything sleep related from pacifiers to pillows.  He could also be telling me that Teddy is asleep or asking if that deer on the side of the road is sleeping.  "Yes dear.  The deer is just taking a loooong nap."

Well, this weekend, Jack started saying "No."  Although I know it will change, right now it is about the cutest thing on the planet.  He doesn't yell it (at least not yet), just just quietly says "no."  It is such a perfect little "no" it sounds like he is a doll and I keep searching his back for the pull string.

Do you want to go Nigh Nigh?  No.

Let's turn off the television.  No

It's time to get in the car. No

Can Mommy have a hug? No.

The child is drunk on the power of "no."  I know that soon his cute little "no" will get ugly.  It will be screamed during tantrums or yelled while his teenage self slams the door, but for right now, it is a soft, gentle expression of his tiny will.  No.

What Does A Cat Say?

Picture it, 2007, a mother is giving two of her sons a bath.

Mommy: What does a lion say?

Toddler: ROAR!

Mommy: What does a cow say?

Toddler: Mooooo.

Mommy: What does a doggy say?

Toddler: Woof Woof

Mommy: What does a cat say?

Toddler: *fart*

I thought Nicholas was going to fall out of the tub he was laughing so hard.  With three boys in the house, I am confident that farts and belches will be seen as nothing less than hysterically funny for years and years and years.

Let's Get This Party Started

Today was Jack's Birthday Party.  The highlight of the day was watching Jack absolutally freak out when we lit the candles on his cake.  We kept trying to move the cake in front of him for a picture and he kept pushing it away.  He wanted nothing to do with a cake that was on fire.  Once the candles were out, curtisey of his brother and sister, Jack enjoyed 3 pieces.  He has nothing against cake, just fire.

Happy Birthday Jack!!!!