All about JACK

Just an F.Y.I. I’m posting tonight against my will. I cannot tell you how my heart aches when I look at these pictures of my poor little guys face. But Papa is out of town and a little home sick…he asked me please please post some pics of my little dude so I can see him! (they chatted earlier on the phone- it was pretty cute.)

snackin’ on some peas…healthy guy.

the song goes….”Brush, brush…Brush! Big boys brush their teeth!”

I guess Big Boys brush their hair too…ha.

Papa…we love you and miss you. Have fun working in Chicago and call us in the mornin’!

I really did give the Captain a full bowl of oatmeal and bananas this morning. Bad Mama?

Check out the banged up cheek from the park (more pictures to follow)

See! He can get the spoon to mouth thing down…

(those are his new rocket ship gripper socks for his indoor shoes at school- the pee pee crocs got banned too- the Captain has duffed it one too many times in them.)

Sorry buddy…were back to the Bib!

snack time! it started at the table. then they moseyed around the kitchen with their raisin boxes…ya’ I think Otis will be eatin’ raisins for the next week or so, I keep finding ’em everywhere!

Abby- the “peace” onesie mojo worked again. 🙂

intense…hyper focused on those purple boxes.

’round the block…’round the block…these alley cats loved the wagon!

I swear this mini set of cleaning utensils was the best purchase ever! hours of pure entertainment.

Arlin showing Palmer his race car.

It was a real treat to have Palmer over for a couple hours while Mama (Abby) got smart at school. I swear these little bruts feed off each other. Mostly in a good way, they do occasionally rough each other up- like push the snack time table into each other’s bellies. I’m thinking Arlin maybe the alpha male in his classroom environment and Palmer actually gives him a run for his money which I think is great, we need balance. I am always amazed with Arlin’s vocal expression after Palmer leaves, I think he picks up on new things Palmer is able to communicate. I heart playdates with Palmer Sioux!

Outside our front door at home. The Captain was fully stocked up…snacks, cold milk, and Kitty…

After Mama hit her mile/s marker (to and around Wash Park 3 times) I cut across to the play ground area so little man could get out and stretch his legs and enjoy the sunshine too. Geez today was such a summertime tease! (63 degrees)

I’ll have to do some research. Cause I’d love to complete the marathon with Arlin in tow. But something tells me that’s not the best idea, or possibly considered down right child abuse…who knows?…’cause it will end up taking me around four hours to finish the race.

I built Arlin’s little table and chair set up this afternoon after he got home from school. Of course the Captain had to help Mama…and stomp all over the box and bubble wrap!

so…it’s gonna take some time for the newness to wear off on this real plant thing- he is pretty fascinated by it’s presence…he spent the majority of snack time this afternoon trying to feed the flower his cracker!

our first snack time at the table…after school today.

me snapping shots from across the wee little table…hopefully these chairs don’t bust with us big kids sitting on em’!

the set up…Chad and I are trying to bring a little bit of  Montessori “like” furniture into the home, by recommendation of the Academy. We have a new training potty in the downstairs bathroom that Arlin sits on everytime Chad or I go potty 🙂 This last weekend we picked up this eating table, two chairs…and his all time favorite- an Arlin size cleaning utensil set (still on the hunt for a wood set like they have at the school) but these will do for now- they were half off…Ha. Maybe I do clean too much. I swear the Captain has been following me everywhere around the kitchen the past couple of days with his new broom in tow. It’s really too cute. Tonight we ate dinner at his table (well Arlin and I did) we used a plate, a spoon and a cup…I was beyond impressed with my little guys manners and we didn’t throw any food like I envisioned! Hoo ray!

The captain got kind of scared when we went through the car wash today. It didn’t even dawn on me that he’s never been awake when I go through the drive thru car wash, his normally sleepin’. Today after running to the gorcery store and to the bank I decided the car desperatley needed a bath so I headed to the usual spot we frequent…where the vacuums are powered by the vacuum gods…I swear you gotta be careful when vacuuming the inside of the car out. Those vacuums have sucked up important reciepts, a pair of my gloves (well one of em’… & what’s the point of only having one glove?- I had half a mind to just let the vacuum suck up the other glove…who knows maybe somebody filters the waste…I wonder of many things have been sucked up by that thing!?)

Anyways, Arlin started to cry  as soon as we entered the sud scrubbing part. I guess I never really noticed- that contraption is pretty loud and gets pretty friendly all up on the car and up the sides of the windows… I turned around and started singing to him and of course snapped a few shots….NO…I wasn’t driving, car was in neutral, on the  track thingy… ha.

he can eat all the crackers he wants with those baby blues.

So, I’m thinking I’ve kinda been obsessing with taking head shots of Arlin’s glue stitches…his first war wound. Is that weird? Oh, my poor guy…

I love this red sweater he’s wearing in these pictures (again from 🙂 Aunt Patty) Boy, I tell ya- this little guy is stylin’ with one healthy sized wardrobe. Between Pamaw (grandma), great Aunt Patty and his surrogate fathers Uncle Joel and Kirk… it’s a rare occasion as parents we have to buy him clothes!

Arlin has become fascinated with shoes…I’m thinking it’s because of the routine we go through every morning- getting ready for school here at the house, we switch from his bear slippers to his Vans, then when we get to school we have to sit down and put on his indoor shoes (the pee pee crocs-as I call em’) that’s like Mr. Rogers, except it’s shoes and not sweaters. Or maybe he’s just following in the footsteps of his father…who we all know has a serious shoe addiction. (Well, Mama knows this!)

Arlin in his new Columbia fleece (thank you 🙂 aunt Patty)
the healing forehead…

leave it to him to find his pacifiers (we’re trying not to use them anymore)

At least the Captain’s fever has subsided. However, today staying home from school I think the Captain’s fever turned into a little “Cabin Fever” boy oh boy…was he a mischievous little dude today! If I turned my back for one minute he was into some sort of trouble.

sitting on top of the medical table playing with Mama’s key’s for distraction.

after the nurses flushed his forehead out with saline solution…

Ugh. Two weeks shy of 16 months and my boy has already gotten his first stitches!

I dropped Arlin off to school yesterday morning a few minutes later than usual. I said my goodbyes and headed to the gym for some treadmill running/training. I wasn’t even 5 miles away when I got the phone call from Bergamo Academy that Arlin was injured. Once again he fell and hit his head on something (this is twice in one week?!). This time they advised me to come pick Arlin up, as they thought he may medical assistance.

I don’t think I’ve ever driven that fast anywhere with such intent. (and dialogued excuse planned out in my head-you know for that police officer- I thought so surely (with my luck) would be pulling me over)

I needed to see Arlin. I needed to hold him. I needed to make him feel better.

When I walked into the toddler classroom he was in “normal” Arlin spirits, but I wasn’t fooled by his demeanor, he clearly needed to go to the doctor. One, to make sure he didn’t have a concussion (he had quite the egg on his upper right-side forehead) and Two, to see if he needed some stitches, after all his forehead was open.

Indeed Arlin Jack needed stitches. I begged for the resident doctor to use glue stitches if she thought we could get away with them, she was about to give him two old fashion stitches and I thought for sure Arlin would scar, and well…  I just knew I’d faint right there in the doctor’s office if that’s the route we were about to go down.- It’s true, I’m such a sissy wimp when it comes to injuries, I will never be a nurse or a doctor in another life! (if there is one)

I need to breathe. Right? It’s called being a Mom to a…BOY…Right?!

Or did we jump the gun on sending our little guy to Montessori school?

this picture is the…BEST!!!

Spoiled. Rotten…

Uncle Joel bought the Captain’s first Carhartt jacket and real cowboy hat.

at Uncle Joel & Kirk’s house…

I am so glad we finally made it to the Denver Rodeo/ Western Stock Show yesterday with Uncle Joel! (we missed you Kirk!)

Arlin got to check out lots of different animals up close and personal for the first time ever.

We saw some…Cows, Chickens, Ducks, Guinea Pigs, Horses, Ponies, Roosters, Alpacas…and so on! The Captain had the best view in the house the entire show…Uncle Joel carried him like precious cargo 6 feet high in the air. 🙂 I think Arlin was on sensory overload- it was a lot to take in, but he loved every minute of it, even with the sniffles. (I think we have a slight cold again) Thank you uncle Joel, you were a champ with handling the Boogers, Snot rockets…whatever you call them yuckies…

Next, it’s time for Mama to get back to the Rodeo to see some REAL Rodeo action!!! Can’t wait.