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

Heartbreaking!

The Booger has almost mastered sitting up on his own... almost. He loves sitting up and looks like a little caveman with his fists on the floor in front of him. He sways and swoons side to side and front to back while he plays with his toys, and I usually put a leg out to support him and he can bounce back up when he leans to far one way or the other.

Mom! How' do I do this?!?

Whenever he gets excited though he always throws his arms out, and it got the best of him today. He was sitting up across from me, and looked up and gave me the sweetest smile, threw out his arms, then... he toppled backwards!

Mind you, like every baby he has fallen over before or bummed his head and had other little baby accidents, and even though I expect him to cry he never has.

Until today.

Oh my, right away he started bawling- huge crocodile tears, and howling with a horrible, hoarse cry. Then he paused, and let out an even bigger wail! I scooped him up and cuddled him and kissed his sweet little fuzzy head until he calmed down and looked up and gave me the sweet smile that started it all!