Jack Awesome

I met a new friend last week. His name is Jack. Jack Awesome....

I would really like to call him something else, feel free to let your imaginations run wild here, but my sister filled me in recently about a great way to cut back on swearing or such name calling as I would like to use in this instance.

It works wonderfully. I've even added a little twist or two for especially naughty word-worthy moments. Let me demonstrate.

The Booger was taking a naked pre-bath run, and peed on the floor. Not in the bathroom. Directly on the carpet. And laughed about it. Awesome.

I got to daycare on Monday with the Booger's bag all neatly packed, completely without his sippy cup. Awesome.

The Booger faceplanted himself on the sidewalk. Giving himself Fancy Awesome. (rememeber to let your imaginations run free here, there are a multitude of words that start with "f" to pick from that could express your feelings)

Mr. Jack Awesome attempted to make a very poorly planned, and even more poorly executed left turn. Directly into me. While I was 2 and half hours, 143 miles, away from home. Rendering my car undrivable.

Fancity, fancity, fance, fance awesome!

Awesome.

Really awesome.

really, really, super, awesome

two for tuesday

My two boys.
I love them with all of my heart, mind, and soul.

Swing by Deanna's for some other lovely two-somes.

Who needs an abacus?

1....

2...

Have fun counting your Oberon.

Happy Memorial Day!

Injured

The Booger has upgraded his 'owie' status, and created a whole new milestone for himself.

Facial injuries.
Awesome.

He loves to 'ride' bikes and was doing just that, when his feet got all tangled and his face met the less than soft sidewalk. Poor boy had scrapes and a big bruise and bump on his forehead right away, and his nose and upper lip scabbed up by the next morning. Like the champ that he is, he cried, (insert blood curdling scream) cuddled with mommy (who wanted cuddles just as much) for a nap and woke up ready to play, and was riding a bike the next day.

He thought, since he was injured, he needed grandpa's cane more than grandpa, who is still taking it easy after getting a new hip.

He thought he needed a little grandpa love too.

What...

...could possibly evoke this pitiful, heart-wrenching,


tortured, look on the face of this otherwise adorable, Osh-Kosh B'gosh poster child?


A dog? nope

A stranger? wrong again

A big, friendly, fun looking ball pit?

Yep, that's it.

Looking at this picture- I do see that it slightly resembles sharp, gnashing teeth... hmmm.

Good times

We have been oh-so- happy to enjoy the sunny, warm weather that spring is bringing! Most afternoons are spent playing on the teeny tiniest of sidewalk that comes with a house in our area of town, but every so often we venture to our favorite playground. I always try to get some good pictures of the cutest toddler ever, and was happy to get a few of my boy right in his element.

climbing

figuring things out

another try

See what I can do?

Macho, macho man

After a messy dinner, the Booger opted out of his equally messy shirt. He also opted out of pilates (it didn't go well last time), and into some a more intense work out. His perfectly pudgy, pinchable physique is hard to pull off, you know?

It seems to be paying off, he's made some progress since this time last year...

He's got skills..

The Booger's new favorite past-time

Back and forth, up and over, up and down... climbing of any nature brings endless fun!

See some of his other favorite ways to pass time here or here.

New words?

I think my little booger will soon be learning that sometimes going "ow-si" means "ow-ie".

Figuring it out

The Booger's still wooried about his physique, with an upcoming all-cousin play date coming up, so he's trying some new ball skills....

And, he's even got the ball's escape tactics down! Can't fool him twice...well three times...