of Jack's likes and dislikes, I think it'd look something like this.
LOVES
1. Mommy
2. Daddy
3. Spencer
4. Breastmilk from the source
5. Grabbing animal fur
6. Echos
7. Ceiling fans
8. Being held/carried
LIKES
1. Mom and Pop
2. Hannah
3. Biting people and things
4. Trying to eat paper
5. Breastmilk from a bottle
6. Making angry noises
7. Going outside and eating sticks/leaves/grass
8. Taking a bath
HATES
1. Most people
2. Loud noises
3. Car rides > 10 minutes
4. Being put down
5. Wearing clothes, especially footie pajamas
6. Taking a nap > 45 minutes
7. Shopping
8. Riding in the stroller/buggy
9. Mommy going anywhere and not including him
10. The sound of the washer and/or dryer while trying to sleep
11. Wind
12. Rain that gets on him
13. Being on his tummy
We're going back to Little Rock today. My hope is that he screams for one hour or less of the trip. Wish me luck.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Things I Wonder...
1. Who complained about our yard? And by yard, I don't mean the large visible space in the front. I mean the small (like 8X3) space on the side that I didn't even realize belonged to us until this summer. That we've never done anything with and that isn't that bad. Do the old people on my block not have anything else to do? Do they not realize that I have two young kids, a job, and a husband that works 60 hours a week (and who really doesn't do the yard anyway)? Come on!
2. Why did the bird have to be dismembered? Was he really not good enough dead? Did you just get a wild hair in you and HAVE to tear half of his little body off? And also, why could you not have done that outside? I really hate finding feathers in strange obscure spaces for days after the fact.
3. WTF are the ants after? I mean, do they have a death wish? Because that is all that will come from them invading my kitchen. It doesn't matter if the counters are dirty or sparkling clean, in come the ants. DIE, ants, DIE!
4. Why haven't I won the million on the McDonald's monopoly game yet? I'm waiting...
5. Why does Jack always pick the best part of my favorite shows to either A) decide it is bedtime or B) wake up and need to be nursed back to sleep? Seriously. I missed the best parts of "Glee" last week.
6. What is the deal with WIC giving so much freaking milk? My family cannot drink over 10 gallons of milk a month, and the fact that they give it to you basically all at once just means it is going to sit in my house and go bad.
2. Why did the bird have to be dismembered? Was he really not good enough dead? Did you just get a wild hair in you and HAVE to tear half of his little body off? And also, why could you not have done that outside? I really hate finding feathers in strange obscure spaces for days after the fact.
3. WTF are the ants after? I mean, do they have a death wish? Because that is all that will come from them invading my kitchen. It doesn't matter if the counters are dirty or sparkling clean, in come the ants. DIE, ants, DIE!
4. Why haven't I won the million on the McDonald's monopoly game yet? I'm waiting...
5. Why does Jack always pick the best part of my favorite shows to either A) decide it is bedtime or B) wake up and need to be nursed back to sleep? Seriously. I missed the best parts of "Glee" last week.
6. What is the deal with WIC giving so much freaking milk? My family cannot drink over 10 gallons of milk a month, and the fact that they give it to you basically all at once just means it is going to sit in my house and go bad.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Memories I Can't Keep
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. -The Wonder Years
Ok, I just quoted the TV show The Wonder Years. I feel it applies here. ;-)
There are days that I wish I could hold on to every little thing my boys do. I look at Spencer with his shaggy hair (he's recently decided to grow it back out) and I see the way it falls across his eyes. I want to lock that picture away. And the way Jack looks when he is in full on belly laugh mode, with his mouth wide open, showing his two pearly white teeth, eyes closed, and head thrown back. I want to store it for later. And not just the picture of the things, but the feelings behind them. And the situations surrounding them. But I can't.
A few days ago, Jack was nuzzled into my neck and I noticed that, for the first time, he had bedhead. And not just a bit of temporary bedhead, but the kind that you can't just smooth down with your hand. And I realized in that moment how many memories I've lost with the passage of time. I'll probably lose that one eventually.
How much of Spencer's babyhood has left me? I don't remember how he smelled. Or where he was the most ticklish. Or what made him laugh more than anything else. And that's just what I've lost from his first year. What about the way he tottled around when he was just learning to walk? Or the first time he ever gave me a kiss? Or told me he loved me unprovoked? All gone.
This has made me want to hold on to whatever I can get while I can. Jack is still new enough that I remember how he felt, all warm and wet, when he was first placed on my chest. And I remember how his new baby head smelled so good even though we didn't bathe him for a week after his birth.
And I want to cling on to what Spencer is doing with new ferocity. He traced his name all by himself for the first time this week. And he's getting sneaky when he does something he knows he's not supposed to.
I guess the brain is only meant to hold so much. But it kills me that all these little things will leave me over time to be replaced with just the big stuff. I hope its enough.
Ok, I just quoted the TV show The Wonder Years. I feel it applies here. ;-)
There are days that I wish I could hold on to every little thing my boys do. I look at Spencer with his shaggy hair (he's recently decided to grow it back out) and I see the way it falls across his eyes. I want to lock that picture away. And the way Jack looks when he is in full on belly laugh mode, with his mouth wide open, showing his two pearly white teeth, eyes closed, and head thrown back. I want to store it for later. And not just the picture of the things, but the feelings behind them. And the situations surrounding them. But I can't.
A few days ago, Jack was nuzzled into my neck and I noticed that, for the first time, he had bedhead. And not just a bit of temporary bedhead, but the kind that you can't just smooth down with your hand. And I realized in that moment how many memories I've lost with the passage of time. I'll probably lose that one eventually.
How much of Spencer's babyhood has left me? I don't remember how he smelled. Or where he was the most ticklish. Or what made him laugh more than anything else. And that's just what I've lost from his first year. What about the way he tottled around when he was just learning to walk? Or the first time he ever gave me a kiss? Or told me he loved me unprovoked? All gone.
This has made me want to hold on to whatever I can get while I can. Jack is still new enough that I remember how he felt, all warm and wet, when he was first placed on my chest. And I remember how his new baby head smelled so good even though we didn't bathe him for a week after his birth.
And I want to cling on to what Spencer is doing with new ferocity. He traced his name all by himself for the first time this week. And he's getting sneaky when he does something he knows he's not supposed to.
I guess the brain is only meant to hold so much. But it kills me that all these little things will leave me over time to be replaced with just the big stuff. I hope its enough.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Week 4 Weigh-In
So this week rounds out my first month on Weight Watchers. As of this morning, I'm down another 2 pounds for a total of 15.6 pounds lost! Love it!
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