mr. jack miebs has taken a turn for the worst. you know how people always throw around the term "terrible twos"? i can now say it really doesn't mean much until you're actually living it. my sweet, angelic child has turned into an absolute menace. his favorite past times include (but are not limited to) biting my shoulders, pinching my neck, slapping me in the face and upside the head, pulling my hair (and pulling out hair) and launching toys across the room, usually in my direction, occasionally as a direct hit. seeing these words on the screen really do not do justice to his actions, i might add. he's a down-right meanie. at the end of his mean days, i want nothing to do with him. i know that sounds terrible, and rather "how could you say that?" but i want to challenge you to something. every time you are about to kiss your spouse, gf/bf... instead, slap them (or vice versa) in the face. or perhaps: say you go in for a hug, bite them on the shoulder and see how they like that. now, do this every time you make physical contact with them and then see how great they feel about you (and yourself for that matter) at the end of the day. it's quite sad, really.
moving on from the one big negative, jack is really growing. he has his words that he uses throughout the day: doggy (pronounced daw-dee), dada, mama, ball (more like bawl) and even the occasional bye bye! it is amazing how much he understands versus his limited vocab. you can ask him to bring you just about anything and he stops in his tracks, looks around, and then runs off proudly to bring it to you. he has a yellow doggy and a white bunny that he sleeps with, along with two blankies. and, it has to be those blankies. if he sees one in his hamper, he will pull them out and drag them around just like linus. pretty dang adorable. so blankies get washed before we run errands that way they're done when we return. and lately, he's all about ben. ben cannot leave the room without jackie having a complete and utter meltdown. even if it's just closing the bathroom door (apparently, having a child taught him to shut the door, thank goodness), jack will throw himself on the floor, crying big ol' crocodile tears. and if you haven't guessed it yet, jackie's kryptonite is ben; the one thing/human to make him stop moving... he will sit with his dada for minutes, sometimes up to 20 minutes, just snuggling, touching his facial hair or twisting his arm hair between his chubby digits. myself, i can't get jack to sit for more than 5 seconds (seriously) on my lap. the boy does not stop but for his dada. how sweet.
jack got to play with his first frog last week. i sure wish i would have had my camera outside with us! i was mowing the lawn and jackie was busy pushing around his dump truck. so i was clippin right along when all of a sudden, something teeny springs from the earth. i knew exactly what it was so i ran over to jack, ran him back over before he (had to be a he) hopped away... jack was so confused as to why he was not able to pick this little guy up. but, every time jack touched him, boiiing! boiiing! jack then got mad. running in place, stomping his feet, a little yelling. typical tantrum. so we just watched him be on his way. i had never seen a frog in our yard before, but i think he was headed for jack's pool. which brings me to...
pictures from jack's first time in his new kiddie pool. even came with a slide and that is his favorite part!
splash, splash
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