Sunday, August 23, 2009

This week

Jackson and I went to the grocery store today. He was tired, and didn't want to ride in the cart. So I let him help me push it instead. He figured out (without my prompting) that he could stand on the bottom rack and ride, then just hang from the bar holding his feet up and ride. Very exciting stuff for my little 2 year old. Even more exciting was the thrill of helping me shop. First, he found the s'mores display and in went the marshmallows. I spent too long reading packages in the soup aisle, and boxes of Mac n' Cheese were tossed into the cart. I stopped by the candy aisle to get some new potty "beans" and he threw several bags of candy in, which I had to surreptitiously remove. I'm sure we'll have many adventures in grocery shopping to come, and on some of those trips cookies and crackers will make it home that I won't have see enter the cart.

A few days ago, Jackson showed me this:

He proudly proclaimed it "mine airplane".

Some time later, he converted it into this:


Thus his imagination has taken flight.

Jackson loves Mr. Potato Head or "Tado Head" as he calls him. Sometimes, only his parts can be found, and that's fun, too.

We're still having our usual night time struggles. Right now, the ritual goes something like this:
1-Take Jackson up to bed. Change him, check his armpits for critters (ticks) and re-read a couple of stories.
2-I suggest we climb in the bed and I can "Hop Up" with him a bit. He refuses and goes on playing with whatever he was playing with before story time started. It could be blocks or trucks or this weekend, a handful of makeup wedges and a butterfly hairclip (Funnest toy he's had in a while).
3-I coax a hug and a series of kisses out of him, and tell him "Sweet Dreams, Jackson" which he echoes "Pweet Dweams, mommy."
4-I turn out his light, leaving the hall light on so he can see his toys.
5-Five minutes later, he's standing at his gate calling, "Mom...Mom...Mommeeeee!"
6-I may or may not come then, but I check up on him. Eventually, he might decide to climb into bed and and "move" over so I can "Hop Up". The important thing to him is that I say "Sweet Dreams" a couple of times everytime I check in.
7-Eventually, he will go to sleep. Maybe 1 or 2 hours after being put to bed. Usually in his bed, but sometimes not.

Shown here: Jackson rocks himself to sleep. With pillow, fuzzy "Blank", the book, 'As Quck as a Cricket", a bear, and a crayon.

Sunday, August 16, 2009


I slept the afternoon away with Jackson. He didn't even kick. Until he opened his eyes and saw me curled up in the fuzzy microfiber blanket that I wasn't sharing with him (gasp!). In an elaborate downward facing dog to the ribcage, he stole his fair portion away. Then we slept some more.

I dreamed that Jason came home early and made spaghetti. He's doing that now. Thank you, Jason.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Garden update

Our garden has had it's share of successes and failures this year. Most importantly, late blight wiped out our tomatoes. Thats right, the same blight that caused the irish potato famine has caused a tomato famine across the whole northeast. But! we have had wild success with peas this year (our 18 inch dwarf peas grew to 9 feet with all the rain). And we seem to have the touch when it comes to sunflowers.

Finally! A vacation!

We took a three day vacation to Cape Cod over the fourth of July week. We were very lucky to get two and a half of the only sunny days the Cape has seen this summer. It was beautiful, relaxing, and Jack had a blast at the beach! Those who are our friends on Facebook can check out more photos there.