Pee Pee in the Potty !!!
Thursday, December 23, 2010
You are viewing a digital photograph of the very moment of Jack's first taste of Taco Bell.
To know that the moment is preserved for the future millenia brings a certain comfort to my soul. The doughy flour tortilla, the not-of-this-world orangish colored rice, the pale fleshy refried beans, the chicken that almost but not quite has some taste to it...
This is an historic occasion and we captured it.
Oh yeah. One more thing. I think it is pretty safe to say that this was not his LAST Grilled Stuft Chicken Burrito....
Have a good night...
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Great excitement in our neighborhood this morning. A couple of big yellow trucks, including one with a cherry picker, were parked right in front of our house this morning. At about 8:00, they started taking down a tree across the street. Jack was mesmerized. He watched from our bedroom window until it was time to go downstairs for breakfast. Then he stationed himself on a chair in the front hall and watched until Margarita arrived and we had to move the chair to let her in the door. Very, very interesting.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
The other night, just as we are drifting off to sleep, Jeff rolls over and says "I think we should get a Christmas tree. I don't think Jack's too young..." I immediately leapt out of bed and started making lists.
I love putting up a tree in our house. Over the last 18 years, we have picked up an ornament from our various travels; a porcelain bell from Seina, a sun and a moon from our Christmas trip to St. John's, ornaments from our friends Kerrie and Kevin when they were living in Moscow, various iterations of flying pigs (don't ask). Unwrapping all of the ornaments is a fantastic trip back through those years.
At the beginning of the holiday season, we discussed it and decided that Jack was still just a little too young and a fully decorated tree would be too great a temptation and it would end up in a tragi-comic disaster that would put us off trees for years.
Knowing what a fool I am for a REAL tree - no fakes for me -- Jeff gave me the best gift of all. The picture below is Jack hanging his first ornament.
A very nice day in our household and one that I will take with me for years and years to come.
Dinner is done. The house is quiet. We move into the living room and Dad and Jack sit on the floor to get in just one last spot of "play." To hear the vigor and joy and anticipation that Jack can pack into that one three-syllable word is amazing -- "puh-lay-EE?" Note the small white car in his hand. It's his "ambulancia" the Spanish version rolls off his tongue with ease and conviction. Sadly, the ambulancia has a battery, makes a horrific noise, including a voice-over from some crazed sounding person and the back wheels send the truck careening across the room. As such, the ambulancia finds itself on long missions to dark corners of linen drawers and canned food closets when we can't take it anymore.
All that said, it is one of the most peaceful times of our lives when it occurs. You can feel the stress slipping out the door, drifting away as a little boy gets sleepier.
That's cheddar cheese in Jack's hand. It's part of the morning ritual (how very Euro of us...cheese for breakfast).
And the both the robes are courtesy Jeff's mom, who is one of the most thoughtful people we know. Last Christmas, we stayed with Ruth and Ray and they put us up in their casita (basically a small second house). It was absolutely beautiful and peaceful and sweet and delightful. When we walked in to the main room of the casita, she had three fluffy robes wrapped up in ribbons sitting out on the bed. I DARE anyone to try and take them from us. We spend waaaayyyy too much time in them on the weekends.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
This evening, I was looking back through some pictures of our time in Provincetown back in August. There are some great shots of Jack. Many of them we didn't put up at the time because, as Mark and I agreed tonight, the little guy was such a pain in the butt for most of the time we were there. Now, with the benefit of some distance, we can appreciate again just how cute Jack is in these pictures. Cute enough to take back to P-town for vacation next year? Not sure about that yet. But they're still fun pictures.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Mark actually does a great job on the piano. His entirely too clever mother figured out how to trade Wii minutes for piano practice minutes. If he wants to play baseball Wii, he has to practice his piano! Jack was content to bang out a bass line.
Last night we had Second Thanksgiving with our friends Tim and Sarah and their son Evan who is about five months younger than Jack. Dinner was fun, with roasted, stuffed pork loin, butternut squash puree, brussel sprouts with apples and red onions, and more sausage and apple stuffing. Dessert was a scrumptious take on caramel cake - YUM!
Jack and Evan ran around on the first floor hysterically laughing, hugging each other and playing with the various plastic things scattered throughout the living room. The following video will give you just a taste of the fun.....
Yesterday while we were cooking dinner, we were able to watch the Auburn/Alabama football game. It was a barn burner with Auburn pulling it out in the end. Jack sends the following message to all of his friends who were rooting for Bama.
Hope you are all doing well.
This year (and every year) we are thankful for Jack and all that he brings into our lives. We see the world differently through his beautiful brown eyes. Rocks, sticks, and tigers (pronounced "tye-jeers") are now experienced from entirely different perspectives. Some of it is that the perspective is about two feet off the ground. Much of it is re-seeing the mysteries of the world. Relearning sounds and colors that we had assimilated, and even forgotten years ago. Playing games that have no purpose or goal or winners other than running or laughing or working our fingers and toes. (Playing a game with no goal and no winner has been a major life development for ONE of Jack's dads!)
We are also thankful for our families and friends. You have given us endless patience as we have entered into the pantheon of parents who won't stop talking about how wonderful their little angel is. Thanks for not rolling your eyes or sighing with exhaustion as we recount just one more time about the latest mirabile de Jack.
Thank you also to Jen and Daniel who made all of this possible two years ago. Enjoy your rest and know that we are also thankful for you.
Jack, Jeff and Mark
Friday, November 5, 2010
Jack, Jeff and I went down to Waynesboro to visit Grampa George and Grandma Linda. We all had a wonderful time, but I think Jack had the best time of all. George has a tractor [pronounced: TRACDKED-DOOORRR].
Someone fell completely in love with it.
In thinking back on it, it must be astounding for someone to see an object that you know so well from the pages of a book come to life before your very eyes. Jack has had a long love affair with tractors and when he turned the corner at Grandpa's house and saw the real thing just SITTING there, he was amazed.