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Jake amuses me...
...because the pieces of toast that he didn't want while he was sitting in his high chair a minute ago, and promptly got tossed on the floor, were like a gourmet meal to him once he was actually out of his chair and on the floor.
Please don't think badly of me! I took him out of his chair and turned to the get the dustpan. I turned once again in the direction of his chair and realized that the dustpan was no longer needed.
I swear; I don't normally let him eat off the floor!
Photos
This picture was cleverly taken by yourself truly, using a bathroom mirror, standard bathroom lighting and an adorable little boy...
Look I have twins!
And this one is entitled "Wasn't Me". Awwwwwww...:
Let's see... what's new... So much, really. I haven't written properly here in ages. I find that my time is limited (all Jake's fault!) and my creativity level seems oddly low. I've sat here numerous times over the past few weeks, just staring at this 'New Entry' page and not having a clue what to write about. Which, by the way, is ridiculous because there always seems to be something happening around here.
First off, Jake still isn't talking. Not with recognizable words anyway. Instead, we get a rambling string of weird syllables that seem to mean something to him. He "talks" quite a bit like that, but his favorite two syllables are still 'ma' and 'da', which is good.
Also, we're having troubles again with his sleep pattern. I find that things go amazingly for a while, with Jake sleeping from 7pm to 7am without any troubles, then perhaps he gets a cold and wakes frequently, wanting attention and juice. That sets him back a mile and we have a hard time getting out of the bad habits. We're in that stage now. Last night, I must admit, was pretty decent. But the previous 5 or 6 were no good. He'd wake at least twice during the night and was sometimes absolutely hysterical at the suggestion that he'd be staying in his own bed.
Obviously, I am aware that I (we) am to blame for some of these bad habits, as Jake has been allowed to join me in bed when we're all desperately longing for sleep. Recently though, things have changed and I now realize that sharing a bed with my 20-month old son isn't as much fun as it used to be. He sees it as party time and we spend the next hour (or more) settling down. I get kicked and punched and landed on, while he enjoys himself and giggles. Mummy, it seems, is way too much fun.
So it's time to take a stand and I prepared myself for said stand last night. But the boy slept right through until 5:45am and I didn't feel at liberty to complaint about that.
As I type this though, Jake is starting to get very clingy and weepy. He also feels a bit feverish. Uh-oh. Please don't get sick again!!
I've noticed that...
...when I read Jake a bedtime story, he doesn't like me pointing at the pictures as I read. He grabs my finger and forcefully moves it out of his way.
Very sorry, Your Highness!
Brrrr!
It's a beautiful day in Ontario today...
Ice covers every branch and the sun is shining through the lightly falling snow, making it shimmer like a million diamonds.
Friggin' cold though! Minus 12 right now. Minus 16 forecasted overnight. Truly though, I shouldn't complaint; it's likely to get much colder throughout the Winter.
England, can I come back??
Tickle-Tortures!
When I tickle Jake under the arm, he, like most kids, squeals and giggles. He brings his own hands up and grabs my hands out of the way to stop the tickling.
Starting today though, he then lifts my hand back up to his armpit, encouraging another tickle. I remember doing that as a kid!
I also remember running away from my Dad, giggling like a maniac, and screaming something like "don't chase me, Daddy" and being thrilled to bits when he set off running after me. "Tickle-torture" then ensued. When that was done, my brother and I would climb on top of my Dad and try our very best to tickle-torture him. It was never quite as successful.
It is so weird and wonderful to me that I now have a child of my own to tickle-torture and chase around the house.
Life was so much easier when he was a newborn!
Over the last few weeks, we've come to realize that the days of laying Jake down and changing his nappy peacefully are looooooooong gone. No longer can we deposit him gently on the couch and start the changing process while he looks up lovingly at us. No way.
Now, the process starts with my trying to find something interesting on TV for him to watch. This has to be commercials/ads. Nothing else grabs and holds his attention for more than a few seconds. Ad breaks are generally about 3 minutes long, I think, so I know that I have enough time to get the job done. Then I lay him down and get to work.
Dressing and undressing him is fun now too. If I'm taking his shirt off, he gets very agitated when his arms are out of the sleeves but the shirt is still around his neck. He pulls at it himself, trying to get the shirt off over his head. Trousers? Well, I've no sooner got the first leg in and the second one on the way, when Jake goes and pulls the first leg out. Very frustrating.
Life was so much easier when he was a newborn!
But isn't he cute?
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Happy Boy
One of the many, many gifts Jake got for Christmas from his "Nanny" (my Mum) was a hooded bath towel. The hood has a dog's face on it and big floppy ears. And although I think it's adorable, Jake seems to just find the thing annoying. He pulls at it and tries to get it off his head.
As you can see, he was agreeable to having his photo taken at first...
That soon turned to this...
And finally, he tore it off and sat on the bathroom counter naked and triumphant. He was then a happy boy.
