I even laugh at my son's misfortune

As I was on the computer talking to my sister, I heard Jack start screaming bloody murder. I looked over and all I saw was two little feet sticking up in the air... he had fallen face first into the storage ottoman where we keep all of his toys. Apparently he was reaching in a little too far. After I pulled him out, he buried his head into my shoulder and started wailing. I'm sure it scared the shit out of him. But as I was comforting him, I couldn't help but snicker a little inside because the image of nothing but is feet sticking up in the air was too damn funny.

There is a 12 pack of Diet Coke on the floor and Jack is taking out everyone of them and testing each one out to see if it's open and he can get anything out of it. It's absolutely hilarious.

Now he's admitting defeat and putting each one back.

Mommy's Little Helper

Well, after writing that post yesterday I decided I needed to bite the bullet and just begin tackling the mess. And of course Jack totally proved me wrong and was a little angel during the entire process. No tugging at my pant legs as I cleaned the kitchen. No pulling out the forks and spoons that I had just loaded into the dishwasher. He left my piles of folded clothes alone rather than knocking them down and throwing the freshly washed clothes around the room like he usually does. And when it came time to pick up his toys, he joined in, putting every single one of his mega blocks that were thrown around the living room back in the bag they belong in. By the way he was beaming, you could just tell he was so proud that he helped mommy. I made sure to tell him he was such a good little helper and gave him a big hug and completely forgot how annoyed I was with him a few hours earlier. Kids have a way of doing that.

Ugh.
Got home from work and the house is still a mess.
Sometimes I feel like all I do is go to work then come home and clean, then eat dinner, then go to bed. It's days like these I can't even enjoy hanging out with Jack because all I want to do is get this crap cleaned up and Jack just feels like he is getting in the way (and then I feel bad for feeling that way). He's especially whiny today. Not even Mickey Mouse will make him happy.

Jack's Intellegence always takes me by Suprise

Jack has a book with pictures of different types of vehicles. When we were looking at it today he kept wanting to look at the page with the school bus and then he'd start waving. It took me a couple of minutes to try to figure out what he was doing until it dawned on me; every day Jack goes with Stephanie to meet Hanny at the bus stop. Stephanie has told me more than once that Jack absolutely loves waiting for her and waving to all of the kids as they get off of it. So that's what Jack was doing now... waving to the school bus!

Right after this incident, we were playing patty cake. He then started to pat his hands on his lap so I joined in. I started saying "Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat" and getting faster and faster until I said "Blast Off!" Jack then immediately got up and picked up his little Einstein figurines. I said "That's right Jack! That's what the Little Einsteins say! But where is Rocket?" and he got up, ran into the living room, and brought Rocket back in. I was seriously blown away. It's not like we watch Little Einsteins on a regular basis (we don't even have cable) and he just got the toy two days ago.

(Sidenote: I love having this blog because I can write and brag about things like this and not feel like people think I'm stupid for thinking my kid is the smartest kid in the world, which I'm sure every parent thinks about their kid)

Jaden's Birthday Party

Tonight was Jack's cousin's 6th birthday. Otherwise  known as the night Jack discovered balloons.

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Having a toddler is full a lot of fun. Here are just some of the "joys" I get to deal with on a daily basis:

• "Accidentally" dropping things out of his crib when he doesn't want to take a nap and shouting "Oh-Oh!" over and over again until I go in there and pick up whatever it was he dropped.

• Discovering that things can go up his nose, such as his finger, Q-tips, Crayons...

• Fascination with the toilet and thinking that his favorite stuffed animal (which will from now on be referred to as "Mr. Pickles") needs a daily bath in it.

• Trying to lift my shirt up in public places so he can see my belly-button.

Mission Completion

I bought this today at K-Mart on the clearance rack for $11. It had been $42. I mean, it's cool and all, but I would have NEVER paid $42 for it. I was curious to see how much it is online and sellers on Amazon have it listed for $142.99 or more!! I re-read the description several times to make sure it was the same item and it is in fact the exact same thing. Did I accidentally stumble upon one of those "it" toys that people will pay anything for?!
Regardless, Jack thinks it's awesome. So I declare this a mommy win.

*Edit: As I was writing this it occurred to me how quiet it had gotten. I soon discovered the reason. Jack was dropping his crackers into the toilet.

Jack is growing like a weed would grow in my garden if I had one (I imagine that if I had a garden, weeds would grow even faster than in most people's gardens, because I can't imagine myself as a very good gardener).
Many of his clothes no longer fit him, including most of his pajamas.

I think he looks sort of cute in a "Please sir, may I have some more" kind of way.

Jack and I went shopping at Target and we bought him a bunch of summer clothes. I also decided we needed some new patio furniture. After buying it, I spent 30 minutes trying to get in the car. I failed. I had to walk right back in and return it. Embarrassing. Father-in-law is coming to the rescue with his truck so I can re-buy it tonight.

Jack's version of "Baby Blanket: You're doing it wrong"

This is Pepper, one of my mom's cats. Jack simply adores cats. Whenever he looks at these pictures on the camera he says "Awww..." and kisses the screen. I wish we could get one for him. Every time I pass the Cat Clinic I have to force myself to keep driving past it and not stop in and adopt one. Stupid apartment with it's stupid pet fees.

I should have started this 16 months, 2 weeks, and 2 days ago.

Better late then never, I guess.
I've been thinking about doing this for several months and just never got around to it. Mothers know how it is. It's easy to put things like this off. Especially when your child is obsessed with the computer and wants to "type" and move the mouse around while you are on it, and screams if you don't let him near it. Right now I am managing to write this by distracting the little bugger with Cheetos Puffs. I know. Very nutritious. I am the very model of a perfect mother. That's why you should read this.
Anyway, maybe I'll occasionally sprinkle in significant/humorous/exciting moments of the past with the present. I'm not exactly sure what I intend for this to be. I'm sort of waiting to see how this evolves. Regardless, it's sure to at least be a mildly amusing, occasionally heart-warming, and sometimes pathetic account of my life as a mother.
Enjoy.