Thursday, December 31, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
Busted!
My sister was visiting for the Christmas holiday, so Jackson and I decided to spend the afternoon with her and my mom. My mom has a beautiful built-in bookcase with a glass door that she uses to store her breakable items. Jackson discovered today that he could not only reach the door knob to said bookcase, but that he could open it as well. A good chunk of the day was spent reminding him that the bookcase was off limits, and then subsequently removing grubby, little fingers from the knob.
After one such occasion, he laid down on floor with his pillow (a lovey to which he is incredibly attached) and I got up to get something to drink. I made it about 5 feet around the corner, when I heard the tell tale sound of the bookcase opening. When I went back into the living room, he looked up at me and I could see it in his face that he knew he was busted.
Without even a blink, he slid his little hand out of the bookcase and closed the door. Flashing a grin from ear to ear, he giggled as he walked away letting me know just how cute he thought he was.
Don't tell him, but I was choking on my own laughter, because it was pretty freakin' cute.
After one such occasion, he laid down on floor with his pillow (a lovey to which he is incredibly attached) and I got up to get something to drink. I made it about 5 feet around the corner, when I heard the tell tale sound of the bookcase opening. When I went back into the living room, he looked up at me and I could see it in his face that he knew he was busted.
Without even a blink, he slid his little hand out of the bookcase and closed the door. Flashing a grin from ear to ear, he giggled as he walked away letting me know just how cute he thought he was.
Don't tell him, but I was choking on my own laughter, because it was pretty freakin' cute.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
The Culprit
In an incredible compromise, I convinced the doctors at my job to allow me to answer all emergency patient phone calls after hours for them. This allows me to spend only two and a half days in the office, without a significant reduction in pay. Score! This arrangement works generally well, however there are times when I need Jackson to play independently while I manage a patient's call.
One such situation came up earlier this week. I answered my phone and Jackson ran off into his bedroom, presumably to look at his books or puzzles. When finished with the patient (only 2 minutes, tops!), I went in to check on him and found the room completely topsy turvy. Books off shelves. Drawers of clothing emptied. Furniture turned over. I looked around in utter amazement at the amount of destruction this little body was able to accomplish in such a short time and asked in disbelief, "What happened here?!" In the sweet way only a toddler can, Jackson proudly pointed to himself announced, "ME!"
Yes, sweetheart. You happened, and everyday I have the privilege to be your mom. I love you.
One such situation came up earlier this week. I answered my phone and Jackson ran off into his bedroom, presumably to look at his books or puzzles. When finished with the patient (only 2 minutes, tops!), I went in to check on him and found the room completely topsy turvy. Books off shelves. Drawers of clothing emptied. Furniture turned over. I looked around in utter amazement at the amount of destruction this little body was able to accomplish in such a short time and asked in disbelief, "What happened here?!" In the sweet way only a toddler can, Jackson proudly pointed to himself announced, "ME!"
Yes, sweetheart. You happened, and everyday I have the privilege to be your mom. I love you.
Monday, December 14, 2009
The Terrible 18 Months??
As a mom to a very active toddler, a part time infertility nurse and wannabe freelance writer, life can be hectic. Jackson is 18 months old (today!) and a real sweetheart. Don't get me wrong, he definitely has his moments. In fact, today on our way to Little Gym, I made the innocent suggestion that he walk next to me, instead of my carrying him the two blocks.
Well, you would think that the cement was made of a scorching hot magma which was dissolving his feet the second they hit the ground. In what I can only describe as a "temper tantrum", he flung his little body on the ground screaming "Up, Up, Up!" So loud in fact, that the owner of the house we were next to, actually came out to see what was going on. So I of course, scooped him up. At which point, the alligator tears profusely pouring down his cheeks instantly dried up, and pointing to a parked car next to us, he said in a very sweet little voice "car!" I think I'm in trouble.
Well, you would think that the cement was made of a scorching hot magma which was dissolving his feet the second they hit the ground. In what I can only describe as a "temper tantrum", he flung his little body on the ground screaming "Up, Up, Up!" So loud in fact, that the owner of the house we were next to, actually came out to see what was going on. So I of course, scooped him up. At which point, the alligator tears profusely pouring down his cheeks instantly dried up, and pointing to a parked car next to us, he said in a very sweet little voice "car!" I think I'm in trouble.
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