Jack's first blog post

Jack would now like to post something.

Here he is thinking about what to say:

(Yes, he did scratch a perfect line in the center of his forehead. Nice.)

And here he is typing:

And here is what he wrote:

H5TJYUK/ C V GHGNNNRYYU X N?/

Apparently he was very emphatic since he wrote in all caps. I think it says, "I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving!" or maybe it's an S.O.S., "Please! Save me from them!" He's been known to actually close the window I'm working in so I have to turn off the touch pad when he's near, the little trickster!

Hey look what I can do!!

I can sit up by myself..

..which means I can play without momma having to constantly hold me (shocking, right!)..

..plus I'm adorable in my overalls..

...AND not in my overalls!

Hair

Jack's hair looks like this after a bath and in the morning:

Poor Jack

Teething sucks.

5 months

Dear Jack B'Hat,

You are five months old!! Of course I now have to sing the "You're a big frog now you're five!" song daily, nay hourly.. OK, fine. Minutely. And you mostly tolerate it. But when you don't, you REALLY don't.

I don't have long to write this morning since I need to get ready for work and you need to get ready for Nanny's, but here are a few things that have happened/ are happening this month for you.

* You love to stand up and we love it that you pretty much can when we take off your socks, that is. If we don't, you slide all over the place, especially if I'm wearing wind pants. Sitting up is still an issue, as is tummy time.

* You HATE rice cereal. And we refuse to add anything to it yet, including apple sauce. Solids are still a no go. And that rice cereal caked in momma's hair, dripping down the walls, coating the cat.. Yeah, not funny, Jack. I get it. You DON'T like it.

* You hate long sleeved ______________. Fill in the blank with any of the following: pj's, onesies, sweaters, jackets, (name your own)

*You love playing super baby and you fight all the meanies in the room to protect the innocent. Then you stand back, a stoic look on your face, imagining your superhero cape flying proudly in the wind..though really it's just your bib that is constantly turning sideways and backwards. How does that happen? But whatever. You saved the day!

* You like outside, until you don't.

* You laugh and squeal and coo a lot of the time! That makes me laugh and squeal and coo too!

*You are getting your first tooth. I can see it about to break through. Hold on to your butts, everybody.

*Nap time=FUSSY time.

*You're starting to notice toys! Finally. Whew.

I'm sorry I don't have time this month to write more, sweet Jack, so I have to end this abruptly. Such is the life of a working mom. I will say that I love you and I'm so glad you are in my life. I can't wait to see what comes next!

Love, Momma

What We're Up To, A Study In Threes

Telling Secrets

Mirror Gazing

Playing With New Toys

Just to clarify..

I'm not NaBloPoMoing here. I'm NaBloPoMoing over at De-Comp. Here I'll blog whenever I feel like it. I won't be held captive by the Man at this site. Nope. Not held by anything.. except grandparents. And actually, they can be pretty intimidating, you know. (wink)

The point is, I'm not a slacker.

I'll keep you guys updated on the goings on in Jack's life - For example, today I learned that four month olds do not understand Daylight Savings. And we're (Jack and I)both exhausted. Jack finally cried himself out - in our arms (Rich and I trading tuns to keep some semblance of sanity). I cried too, and now I have to go and do homework.

Ick.

But I'm telling you this because I want to. And to let you know that De-Comp is where the NaBlo is! Go there!

First Halloween

Thank you all for helping to make Jack B'hat's first Halloween successful. Jack was an adorable Tootsie Roll, though I had to convince him that wearing a costume was an OK thing to do.

I have to say that I was really looking forward to Jack's first Halloween. I dressed him in his orange pumpkin onesie and jack-o-lantern bib to go to Nanny Delaney's. I couldn't wait to pick him up after school! I had such plans - which also including picking up the house a little so that the neighbors would not be horrified by the crime scene that is my living room (I could just imagine them ringing the doorbell, "trick or ...what the hell is that? Did the earthquake do this? Shit, " and then running away so that the bug-of-chaos wouldn't bite them too.)

We got home and Jack was slightly fussy. I decided to take him for a walk. After all, we had plenty of time before Halloween actually started.. So I did. And as usual, Jack fell asleep in the stroller. When we got home, I tried to put him down for a nap, but he woke up and decided that his afternoon nap was a sham, he was mad as hell, and he wouldn't take it...anymore. Fine.

I put him in his chair a plopped him in front of the TV to watch It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown, one of my favorite movies of all time. Jack watched quite a bit of it while I set out jack-o-lanterns, picked up and made his dinner. Right before I fed him, I decided to put the tootsie roll costume on Jack.. But there was a slight problem.. The costume wouldn't fit over Jack's ginormous head. He got stuck. And that, as it would for anyone, pissed him off severely.

Luckily, I am not too proud to ruin a perfectly good costume that I bought on line and could have saved for posterity. I immediately broke out the sheers and made the neck hole bigger. Then I took the sheers to the back of the costume and cut all of the way up. Who in the hell decided that it was possible to pull (what felt like) ten yards of fabric over a baby's head is an idiot. So, I split the costume, made lacing holes, found some string, and laced that bad boy up. It worked!

I fed the baby, put him back in his costume, took him outside to show him off to the neighbors, got the candy ready for the trick-or-treators, and nearly collapsed from being so exhausted.

Jack fussed for most of that time..

Rich got home around 7:00, just as I was making myself a cocktail. He held the baby as I reheated some soup and answered the door for the neighborhood kids - not one of whom ran screaming from our house. We bathed Jack and put him to bed.

And that was his first Halloween (and mine as a momma).