Our hands are full, but you should see our hearts!

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

2 1/2

Today, Jack is 2 1/2 years old.

Today, Jack said "Bob Dylan" much to his father's delight.

Today, Jack almost boxed Molly when she offered him his juice like a boxing trainer offers water.

Today, Jack counted 20 stars.

Today, Jack ate 1 1/2 pieces of garlic toast and lots o' noodles.

Today, Jack told the cable guy that his name is "Puppy Shirt".

Today, Jack waved at me from the front window and met me at the garage door with a big, welcome-home, hug.

Today, my little baby boy seems so big.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Molly's Stats

Molly's 18 Month Stats (Really, they are her 19 month stats because we are too busy to take her to the doctor!):

Weight: 29 1/2 lbs. (95th percentile)
Height: 33 1/4 in. (75th percentile)

She is growing wonderfully and you would never know she was premature. She has really started talking a TON lately. She says a couple sentences and fifty bajillion words. She likes books, music, Jack Jack, food, and trying to jump.

When she got her shot at the doctor, she cried and asked for Jack Jack. I love that!

Friday, October 1, 2010

This s*** is Bananas B-A-N-A-N-A-S

I am not the type of mom that likes to buy my kids character clothing. We don't have many things Elmo, or Dora, or Clifford, etc. However, I did pick up a pair of pajamas for Jack at Once Upon a Child with Curious George on them. They are the old man style with a button top and pants and little monkeys all over them.

Jack HEARTS them...BIG TIME! He goes bananas for them. How appropriate.

He calls them "Curiousisis George jammies".

He throws a royal fit when he wakes up wet and he can't wear Curiuosisis George jammies again the next night.

He does little happy dances when we wash Curiousisis George jammies with the promise that he can wear them, tonight.

I would buy him another pair, but I don't want him to be That Kid in preschool who wears his monkey pajamas to class every day. Even though they would be too small by then. And you know he would...

In other news, Molly ripped seven keys off of our laptop keyboard... k, p, m, 2, 3, 7, l. I have no idea what that says about her personality. We're amazed that we found them all. I had visions of taking her to the Emergency room and explaining that we can't find the p. And then we would be digging through her poo, looking for it.

That s*** is bananas.

(My apologies to anyone who doesn't like a good Gwen Stefani reference)

That's all.