lagging

yep, i feel like i'm lettin everyone down.  here it is, another few weeks have passed and only now am i thinking of what to write as i write.  i guess i go through spells where i'm overflowing with creativeness and other times, i find myself searching for it.  i guess that's just how the process works from time to time.  i could say i've been busy, but really, who hasn't?  that's the way life is, taking us from one situation to the next.  but that's what it's all about. 

jack is a ball of fire.  really, in every sense of the word.  he is all over the place, literally running everywhere, climbing on everything (including humans) and attempting to open doors.  he is still biting, still hitting and now pinching.  it's sooo hard to stay mad at him for too long because he gets cuter by the day - i swear!

i think potty training is just around the corner.  i've thought this for a while, but what happened on sunday leads me to think it needs to come sooner than later.  i found him in his crib in a very uncomfortable situation.  (mostly, uncomfortable for me.)  as i opened his door, i was struck by his soggy diaper lying on the floor.  "whaaa?  what is this?  oh, nooooo!"  then at about the same moment, i get a whiff of... something...  not only had he removed his diaper (unzipped his jammies and obviously pulled a "hansel" [see: zoolander]) but he had removed it only to later poo in his jammies (which did not have feeties on them) so of course it (the poo) fell out onto his mattress which he stepped in, played in (under his finger nails) and possibly tasted? (oh ick, but it was on his face).  into the bath, baby mani/pedi and scrub-a-dub-dub, he was a clean bean.  but don't get it twisted, not many kisses for jackie poo (pun intended) that day.  a quick trip to home depot for the carpet scrubber and jackie's room was back to normal.   so that was sunday morning.  don't be jealous.  

papa frank arrived sunday night, and he's been fairly busy with the husband trying to get himself a black bear.  so far, they have been unsuccessful, but man, they're putting in the hours on the little su.  jack sure enjoys time with his papa.  one more person to walk on and over and another person to give him goodies when mama is not looking (ie: donuts and cupcakes) but i remember my grandpa jack doing the same thing.  

while the guys were out yesterday, jack and i just chilled out at home.  i spent some time reading (twilight series; yes, i'm totally sucked in) and jack spent some time tearing apart his room.  the following pictures are what i discovered when i checked on him, 15 minutes later...