We have success

After months of refusing to eat with anything but his hands even though he was more than able to use silverware, Jack has finally decided that "civilized" eating is the way to go.

He still enjoys a big fist full of food but at least he is using a fork and spoon most of the time.
Grandpa Parry will be happy to see that he is using his right hand to eat.

Final Preparations

Ryan is working the late schedule this week so he is home in the mornings. Today we finished all of the last minute preparations for Adeline's arrival next week.
Except the never ending mountain of laundry . . .



When I got the car seat out Jack immediately yelled, "Baby."

He was really "helpful" setting up the car seat.

Here he is practicing his big brother responsibility of keeping his little sister safe.

What I was unable to capture with the camera was Jack picking the stuffed lamb out of the car seat by it's ears. That seems to be more like the kind of help he will try to be with his little sister.

Happy Valentine's Day

Sending love from Jack to you!

The neglected child

While I was on the phone, I noticed that Jack was accumulating quite a pile of Cheerios.

I hung up the phone, snuck up on him and captured this shot.
Busted!

He had dumped part of the bag of Cheerios on the floor and was moving them from his pile into his transportation flash card box and then dumping them out again. Grandma Peggy will be so proud of her Montessori ready grandchild.

He had quite the organized system of piles and a full box.

Here he seems to be saying, "Don't mind the mess, Mom. I'm having fun and learning too!"

The aftermath.

And because the idea of getting down on the floor with the possibility of not being able to stand up again; the Cheerios remain as they lay. They await Jack's return when he wakes up. (and for Ryan to help clean up when he gets home. He is really good about that these days as he sees me struggle to move so ungracefully about our house.)

2 weeks to a thinner me!

Birthing a child may be the fastest way to lose 10+ lbs in a day.
However, it is not my preferred method.
Thank heavens for scheduled c-sections and not having to spend 4 days on pitocin waiting for NOTHING to happen.

I plan to enjoy the next 2 weeks in blissful denial of the changes about to take place at my house.

Fever Delirium?

Last night my good husband offered to stay with the patient so I could run to the store and have a break from all the snot. While I was out, he called to tell me that Jack may be delirious. His reasoning for thinking this is evidenced in the pictures below.

Notice his off-the-shoulder coat, unbuttoned onesie, and argyle socks with his Sunday shoes.

Ryan tells me that after I left, Jack found his dress shoes and wanted to wear them so Ryan put on his socks and shoes. Then, Jack wanted his coat. He happily marched around like this for about 15 minutes. I really think he was trying to send us the message that he wants to leave the house. 3 days without any excursions is just too long for Jack. His people need him!

Day 3 of THE PLAGUE

So, I thought we turned the corner but it seems that today is the worst of it. Jack spent the entire morning curled up in my bed cat napping and letting me watch adult TV. (meaning not PBS kids). Poor kid. He finally let me give him some medicine which seemed to help because he asked for nummies and milk.

He is now sleeping in his own bed and may be there awhile. I've wanted a down day like this for myself but I would much rather have a chipper Jack than a sad, whiny, pitiful, sick Jack.




Editor's Note: I only took these pictures because it documents the pure opposite side of Jack. He is never one to sit still and even when sick he likes to play. (just ask the Talbots who spent Christmas Eve with us. Jack would play, play, play, throw up, play some more, tell a funny story in Jackese and then throw up again.)