Sunday, March 30, 2014

What a Week.

Warning: This post is just of me complaining. That is it.


My oh my. I just had a doozy of a week. It ranges from not getting $40 worth of groceries I paid for ($30 of which was frozen burritos. Don't judge. They're really good!) and not being able to change my middle name on my driver's license because my signature wasn't legible (what???), to being the only leader in the YW presidency for the next couple months, among other things. Poor Ryan has to deal with me, his stressed out wife, on a daily basis.

I was not a happy camper when dinner was half way done and I discovered I didn't have the rest of the ingredients because Target apparently lost not 1 but 2 of my bags. I was too preoccupied with the whole frozen burrito fiasco to notice the other items missing. I actually went BACK to Target literally 5 minutes after I called to get my frozen burritos. A lady there said she had it for me at the Customer Service desk. When I got there, they had mysteriously disappeared and the lady had gone home. IN 5 MINUTES! The poor guy that replaced her had no idea what I was talking about, and I was almost in tears thinking $30 was down the drain. Luckily he refunded my money. I know someone out there is snacking on my burritos.

But on the bright side, Jackson's been exceptionally good today. Smart kid.

Update: Do you know what happens when you complain about your week? You have a worse one! I can now add stomach flu and cold to this list. Blah! My poor child hasn't left the house in days. To get through, I just keep telling myself that if this is our biggest problems in life right now, things aren't bad at all. There are worse things in life to be dealing with!

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Short Stories, Part II

Jackson found my old drivers license from when I was 16. He held it up and exclaimed, "Mama!" and cooed over it for awhile. Later, Ryan found one of his old school IDs from high school and said, "I bet Jackson won't recognize me." In the picture, Ryan's hair was longer and curly and he definitely looked younger. Jackson took the ID and studied it for awhile. Finally, with uncertainty, he said, "Mama?" in which Ryan responded, "That was probably the best thing you could have said."


My parents, Jackson, and I were at Walmart the other day. We bought Jackson letters and numbers to go in the bathtub. Jackson was too excited to wait until home to open the package up and tore it open in the shopping cart. He played with them a little bit until we got to the car. We started loading the bags, when frantically Jackson started yelling, "WAIT! Wait, wait wait!" and started shoving the letters into the package as fast as he could. I think he was afraid we were going to leave them in the cart!


Jackson pretty much knows all his letters. He identifies letters all the time on buildings, buses, walls, you name it. One day, I brought him inside from the parking garage and he exclaimed, "5!" Sure enough there was a 5 on the wall because we were on the fifth floor. I never really taught him his numbers and was curious how much he knew. We stopped outside our apartment--#5110.

Me: What number is this?
Jackson: 5!
Me: What number is this?
Jackson: 1!
Me: What number is this?
Jackson: 10!
Me: What! You know the number 10!?

This little boy is smarter than I give him credit for!


We showed Jackson a picture of himself when he was a baby. "Baby!" Jackson said. We told him it was baby JACKSON. He thought it was so funny. He held the picture with a proud look on his face.


Jackson was in his high chair playing with Playdough. He likes to make little Playdough balls. Sometimes to get my attention, he'll throw some on the ground. This time was no difference. "Oh no!" Jackson moaned. "Balls! Oh no!"

I asked him, "Jackson, did you do that on purpose?"

"On purpose." Jackson repeated.

"I knew it!"

Jackson just grinned.

"You have no idea what you just said, do you Jackson?"


Love my little boy!