I suck at updates.

Bah.

So I made three resolutions for the new year.

1. To keep a travel-sized bottle of contact solution in my purse so I don't have to make the walk of shame into the eye clinic next door to my workplace asking to borrow theirs when my contact falls out of my eye for the seventybillionth time.

check.

2. To spend less and save more so we can get out of the townhome that grew too small too fast.

It's only the 19th day of the year...but so far, so check.

3. To update this blog more often with more than just JACKtionary posts.

Crap

Oh well, two outta three ain't bad, right Meatloaf?

tap tap...is this thing on?

Ok, enough of the lameness. I am running on little to no sleep after being awoken every hour on the hour by JP because god-forbid he be sick in silence. Men are such babies when they are sick...Love you JP! Not to mention the sprinkle of awakenings by Reese who decided to randomly talk in her sleep at two different ungodly hours...and by talk I mean a very loud string of jibberish that sounded like MAmaDADADADAplbbbbbshhh. When I flew out of bed to check on her she was sound asleep. Go figure.

Anywho...

Tomorrow I have the day off of work to accompany Jack and the rest of his preschool class to see Sesame Street Live. While I am looking forward to going, I am looking forward to Saturday even more. Grandpa bought Jack his first snowmobile and I am super excited (and a little motherly-worried) to see him ride. More to come next week on how it goes!

JACKtionary

My apologies for not posting in nearly a month. December was jam packed with birthdays, shopping, baking, wrapping, blizzards, and about 6 family Christmas get-togethers. Now that the last of the toy packaging went out with yesterday's recycling, I finally have time to get back at it. I hope you all had a very merry Christmas and I wish you all a fantastic new year filled with family, friends, love and laughter.

OK enough already...I'll get the the good stuff.

JACKtionary: Reproductive Edition.

Jack: Mom, you're having another baby.

Me: WHAT!?

Jack: Ya. My Grandma said so. Everyone has to have another baby. Reese isn't a baby anymore so you have to have another one.

Me: ::joking:: What about Grandma? She doesn't have babies anymore. Is she going to have another one?

Jack: I don't think babies will grow inside old people.

::Sorry Grandma Julie!::

25.

I turned 25 on Sunday. The moment I woke I was certain that I had miraculously sprouted 10 grey hairs overnight…well, I probably would have had I not been coloring my hair since I was in 9th grade. Believe you me, this blondie will never wholly admit that she’s really more of a brunette...even if she just did. Of course JP in his 31 years, rolls his eyes and has no sympathy.

ANYWAY.

It was a good day, aside from my Saturday pre-birthday date plans with the hubby being put on hold until after the holidays due to the righteous blizzard of 2010 that piled up a 4 foot snowdrift smack in the middle of our driveway…eventually leading to an amazing 8ish foot snow bank blocking ½ of our driveway due to a craptastic snowplow job…but that’s another story. So instead of dinner and a movie, we stayed in and I baked cookies with the other 3(ish) foot man in my life.

Sunday morning as I crawled out of bed I found myself ready to chase Calvin around the living room as to take away the stuffed animal he retrieved from Jack’s room. Usually the chase ends only when I can distract him with something else; but this day he came right to me and dropped the bear at my feet…and of all the stuffed toys he could have chosen, this was the one he brought me:


He even knew it was my birthday.

The rest of the day involved a lot of running around to make up for errands that could not be run due to the storm. JP even gave me the most spectacular red Kitchen Aid stand mixer (which actually would have been convenient to have on Saturday while I was curled over a mixing bowl stirring cookie dough by hand). I guess he enjoyed watching me struggle. Jerk. Later I found out that part of the reason he ran out of the house on black Friday and shelled out the money (albeit significantly discounted) for the mixer was that it has an optional meat grinder and sausage stuffer attachment that you can purchase separately. If he thinks that he is getting a dead deer carcass anywhere near my mixer to make venison sausage, he has another thing coming.

JACKtionary...Fall Edition (continued)

Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving; I know we did! As a matter of fact, I'm still full.


HA.

Who am I kidding? ::noms on another cookie shamelessly::

Anyway, other than Reese's gift she left for me in her bathtub, here are some goodies from the weekend...

::Back Story:: The kids were at JP's parent's house on Tuesday during the day. JP's Dad took Jack for a walk in the woods...

Grandpa: Look Jack, there's JP's deer stand.
Jack: How the heck do the deer get up there!?


::Back Story:: Jack was being naughty. I threw the Santa card...

Me: Jack if you don't start being nice Santa isn't going to want to come.
Jack: Ya right Mom. I know he'll come anyway.

JACKtionary: Fall Edition

::Back Story:: Jack was at JP's parent's house yesterday during the day. JP's Dad showed Jack the recently hunted deer hanging in the barn...and told us all about it on the drive home last night...

Jack: Did you know the deer in Grandpa's barn is a whitetail deer?
Me: Really? Did Grandpa tell you that?
Jack: Yup. Whitetail deer are in the woods and when they see danger they lift up their tails like "Uh-Oh!". But nope, not this time. Grandpa shot him and cut his head off.

Me: ::blank stare::


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::Back Story:: Last night I emptied Jack's school bag out and found his art project. The kids all made turkeys and wrote what they are thankful for on the feathers (well, the teacher wrote it, but Jack supplied the ideas)...



In case you can't read what he is thankful for, here's a close-up. I think the middle feather is the best.

Embarrassing my child, one outfit at a time.

I remember when I was little my Mom would buy me these horrible outfits for me to wear to school. The most awful of which were saved for school pictures, only to have them permanently encased in time as a reminder of what a dork I was. I’m sure she didn’t realize it at the time (or maybe she did, but just didn’t care), but even at 5-years-old, I did give a hoot about what I wore. After a conversation that began with a simple request to my Mom to stop by Target on the way home from work to pickup a dress for Reese, it got me thinking:

I wonder if somewhere down the road Reese will feel the same way about the clothes I pick out for her as I did about the clothes my Mom picked out for me?

The conversation was all via email and went something like this:

Me: I found the cutest dress at Target on my lunch break, but they didn’t have it in Reese’s size. Could you stop by the one by your work and pick it up for me on your way home?

::this request was followed by a picture of the sweater dress I picked out::

Mom: I could pick it up tomorrow, but that dress is butt ugly.

Me: I think it's cute! You really think it's ugly? It looks just like those sweaters you wear...except it's a dress.

Mom: I haven’t worn a sweater like that in years – and yes – it’s just about the ugliest baby dress I’ve ever seen.

Me: It would look cute with sassy baby leggings.

Mom: And a coat over the top…

Me: ::inserts photo of pink argyle baby legs::

Mom: Now you’re going to make the kid wear argyle socks – Do you have a fever?


My, how tastes have changed. Part of me hopes my daughter doesn’t grow up to slightly resent me for the clothing I put her in. And if she does…oh well. I think it’s a motherly right of passage to be able to embarrass your child within reason.

Postcards from MY Momma...

::Mom upon seeing my graduation announcement in the local paper::

It’s always nice to see your name in the paper in a section other than the police report.



::side note:: I have NEVER been featured in any police report, Mom. thankyouverymuch.