Jackson loves his basketball hoop! He could play with it all day. He is a pretty good dunker.
His talent doesn't just involve balls. He has been known to dunk his stuffed animals, blankets, and shoes. Now that the cat doesn't have claws, she needs to watch out or she might find herself in a pile of net!
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Monday, April 8, 2013
One...two...
I think it's about time for another Jackson week. I couldn't find my computer, so I'm updating this on my phone. We'll see how it goes!!!
I have been counting to three in front of Jackson for awhile now, and lately he has been trying to repeat numbers back. Here is a video of Jackson "counting" to two!
Don't you love the pink stuffed animal alien thing that Jackson is playing with??
I have been counting to three in front of Jackson for awhile now, and lately he has been trying to repeat numbers back. Here is a video of Jackson "counting" to two!
Don't you love the pink stuffed animal alien thing that Jackson is playing with??
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Yes.
As I was perusing Pinterest, I came across this quote that I love.
"Whenever possible say yes, they are only kids once!" -Marjorie Hinckley
Now, ever since I have been married to Ryan, he has taught me to be a skeptic. Did Sister Hinckley really say this quote? Was she quoting someone else when she said this? I tried to research the source, but couldn't find it. Regardless of who said it, I still think it's good advice.
Jackson can't even talk yet, but I still feel like I say no a lot. A lot of the times it's for his safety, like when he tries to stick his finger in outlets or when he finds a fork and carries it around precariously close to his eyeball. In these situations, a good parent should say no. But other times I feel like I say no when I don't have to--perhaps out of laziness on my part, feeling like I'm too busy, or other various reasons.
For instance, a couple weeks ago, I was doing a project and needed an empy 2-liter bottle. We emptied the soda from the bottle into a tupperware and put it in the fridge for Ryan to drink later (just so you know, this does not work. The soda went flat in about 2 seconds. I might be exaggerating, but it went flat really fast. Oopsies!) I propped Jackson up on the counter by the sink, and we rinsed out the bottle and played with it for a couple of minutes. I stopped play time because I was eager to get started on my project. However, when I went to take Jackson down, he started crying and saying, "Dis! Dis!" frantically pointing at the empty bottle.
I thought back on the quote and decided, what the heck! How often do we have an empty 2 liter bottle? And how much longer is my precious little boy going to think things like soda bottles are the greatest thing in the world? He is only going to be little for a short time.
I took off his clothes, put him in Mom and Dad's bath (which is way more luxurious than his), and let him play and play with the empty bottle and running water. The whole time he had a huge grin on his face. I sat there for almost an hour watching him splash around, showing off for me. He loved that he had my full attention. He had so much fun, and I'm glad I took that short amount of time out of my day to play with him instead of saying "no" and missing out on this sweet moment.
Before Ryan and I had Jackson, I used to tease Ryan and say he was going to be the softie out of the two of us and that I was going to have to be the disciplinarian. Jokes on me, because it is the opposite. I know I need to learn how to say "no" to my children, but I also need to remember that is equally as important to be able to say "yes" as well.
"Whenever possible say yes, they are only kids once!" -Marjorie Hinckley
Now, ever since I have been married to Ryan, he has taught me to be a skeptic. Did Sister Hinckley really say this quote? Was she quoting someone else when she said this? I tried to research the source, but couldn't find it. Regardless of who said it, I still think it's good advice.
Jackson can't even talk yet, but I still feel like I say no a lot. A lot of the times it's for his safety, like when he tries to stick his finger in outlets or when he finds a fork and carries it around precariously close to his eyeball. In these situations, a good parent should say no. But other times I feel like I say no when I don't have to--perhaps out of laziness on my part, feeling like I'm too busy, or other various reasons.
For instance, a couple weeks ago, I was doing a project and needed an empy 2-liter bottle. We emptied the soda from the bottle into a tupperware and put it in the fridge for Ryan to drink later (just so you know, this does not work. The soda went flat in about 2 seconds. I might be exaggerating, but it went flat really fast. Oopsies!) I propped Jackson up on the counter by the sink, and we rinsed out the bottle and played with it for a couple of minutes. I stopped play time because I was eager to get started on my project. However, when I went to take Jackson down, he started crying and saying, "Dis! Dis!" frantically pointing at the empty bottle.
I thought back on the quote and decided, what the heck! How often do we have an empty 2 liter bottle? And how much longer is my precious little boy going to think things like soda bottles are the greatest thing in the world? He is only going to be little for a short time.
I took off his clothes, put him in Mom and Dad's bath (which is way more luxurious than his), and let him play and play with the empty bottle and running water. The whole time he had a huge grin on his face. I sat there for almost an hour watching him splash around, showing off for me. He loved that he had my full attention. He had so much fun, and I'm glad I took that short amount of time out of my day to play with him instead of saying "no" and missing out on this sweet moment.
Before Ryan and I had Jackson, I used to tease Ryan and say he was going to be the softie out of the two of us and that I was going to have to be the disciplinarian. Jokes on me, because it is the opposite. I know I need to learn how to say "no" to my children, but I also need to remember that is equally as important to be able to say "yes" as well.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
16 Months
(Pictures in this post are from my phone, sorry they are a little blurry!)
Interesting facts about 16 month old Jackson:
--Starting to say words. He can say no (more like NO!), done, dada, denn-denn (Jenn-Jenn), Jesus (can point to Jesus), this, that, and touch.
--When he's done eating, he will push against his tray and yell, "Done! Done? Done!"
--He tries to put on his socks/shoes by himself when he wants to go somewhere. He then gives up and heads straight to the front door to try to open it. Sometimes he'll see me put my shoes on and run to the front door.
People watching at the playground
--Walks everywhere.
--Favorite foods: Noodle soup, macaroni and cheese, strawberries, and smoothies.
--Loves to sit on the counter in the kitchen and "help" me cook.
--Loves animals. I take Jackson to the pet store for fun. He loves walking up and down the puppy aisle. The place we go has no kitties. Sad, butI guess we already have a kitty he can see at home.
--Climbs on things.
He climbed in his stroller all by himself
--Loves to give kisses and will actually kiss us if we ask him to.
He was giving me a kiss through the shower door.
--Plays candy crush. He doesn't actually understand the concept, but he does know that if he clicks the upper left corner of my phone, a message will pop up asking if he is sure he wants to buy a $40 candy. He then will press purchase, but lucky it doesn't go through since my account is not set up. Stinker. He does it every time!
--Loves to play with water, rearrange items in the fridge, pull his books off the shelves and "read" them, and open the dish washer and pull dishes out.
--Is in the 99th percentile for weight, 97th percentile for height, and 99th percentile for head circumference.
Jackson is so fun! He really tries to communicate with us by babbling. Sometimes it sounds like he saying actual words, it's really cute. I can hardly believe he will be in nursery in 2 months. Love my little guy!
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Soggy Bottom
A couple weeks ago, I had a really busy day. Ryan was gone all day, and I had all sorts of errands that needed to be completed. Needless to say, that night I was completely and utterly tired. Luckily all I had left to do that night was to give Jackson a bath, a bottle, and put him to bed. Then I could relax.
Whenever I turn the bathtub on, Jackson does one of two things. He crawls as fast as he can towards the bathroom in excitement OR he crawls as fast as he can away. He thinks it's funny when I have to chase after him.
That night it was the latter.
I cornered the little stinker and brought him to the bathroom where he was promptly derobed and plunked in the warm bath water.
Usually, Jackson immediately reaches for his toys and splashes around, but tonight was a little different. I was tired, so it took a couple seconds for me to realize that Jackson was just sitting there giving me a confused, slightly unsure look.
"Why aren't you playing Jackson?"
He hesitantly looked around for his toys, but kept glancing back at me.
"Your toys are over there. You can play with them."
He started to reach for his rubber ducky, but again stopped short. His big brown eyes just staring at me.
That's when I realized--I forgot to take off his diaper!
The poor boy was waist deep in bathwater and his diaper was a big, puffed up ball of sog.
I immediately took off the soaked diaper. Jackson smiled in relief and gave me a look as if to say "Silly Mom!" I smiled back sheepishly,
He then decided it was finally safe to play with his toys.
Whenever I turn the bathtub on, Jackson does one of two things. He crawls as fast as he can towards the bathroom in excitement OR he crawls as fast as he can away. He thinks it's funny when I have to chase after him.
That night it was the latter.
I cornered the little stinker and brought him to the bathroom where he was promptly derobed and plunked in the warm bath water.
Usually, Jackson immediately reaches for his toys and splashes around, but tonight was a little different. I was tired, so it took a couple seconds for me to realize that Jackson was just sitting there giving me a confused, slightly unsure look.
"Why aren't you playing Jackson?"
He hesitantly looked around for his toys, but kept glancing back at me.
"Your toys are over there. You can play with them."
He started to reach for his rubber ducky, but again stopped short. His big brown eyes just staring at me.
That's when I realized--I forgot to take off his diaper!
The poor boy was waist deep in bathwater and his diaper was a big, puffed up ball of sog.
I immediately took off the soaked diaper. Jackson smiled in relief and gave me a look as if to say "Silly Mom!" I smiled back sheepishly,
He then decided it was finally safe to play with his toys.
Action shot!
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
The Sequel
You know that awkward moment when I rewashed almost all of the laundry, and I was still breaking out in hives?
Well, I started investigating what else I could be allergic to...strawberries, bananas, milk, soap, dish detergent, etc. Nothing seemed to make a difference. I continually got more and more hives spreading down my body each night.
I was frustrated and itchy. It felt like I was getting slapped by rubber bands, not the best feeling in the world.
Finally after 2 weeks, I went to the doctor. I figured I could at least get steroids to help with the hives.
As I was sitting in the empty waiting room, this middle-aged lady came in nearly hacking her lung out. She checked in and made a beeline to sit down. She could have sat anywhere as I was the only other patient there, but she chose to sit right next to me. I'm a bit of a germaphobe when it comes to doctor's offices and was confused as to why she chose to sit so close. Where was my beloved courtesy seat? (What's a courtesy seat? Get to church 5 minutes late and try finding a place to sit. You will find that the only seats left are the ones smack dab in the middle of the row or the empty courtesy chairs next to every family.)
She was a nice lady. Unfortunetly, I did not appreciate her trying to share germs with me as she coughed in my direction. I tried to angle my body away from her without it being too obvious. I even contemplated moving across the room, but I thought it might be awkward to get up and sit somewhere else.
5 minutes later of barely breathing through my nose, I watched as the woman's husband walked in. He gave her her wallet and sat on the complete opposite side of the room. She didn't have a chair next to her for him to sit in. I was again thoroughly confused as to why she was sitting next to me instead of her husband.
I was concoting all sorts of theories when I was finally called in to see the doctor.
The nurse asked me why I was there, and I told her it was because I had hives.
"How do you know they're hives?" she remarked.
"I just assumed?" I stammered.
"Well, it could be a rash," she responded in a know-it-all voice.
I guess it could be? I didn't know there was much difference.
Anyways, to make a long story short, I am not allergic to anything. Instead, I have a viral infection that makes me have rashes everywhere. I guess most people who have it, start with it on the trunk of their body. I am part of the 6% who have it start on my extremities. Out of that 6%, 1 out of 4 people complain of itchiness. I guess I am in the minority.
I am relieved to have the mystery figured out. I wasted a lot of laundry detergent, but at least my clothes are extra clean!!
(And luckily for waiting room lady, I am not contagious.)
Well, I started investigating what else I could be allergic to...strawberries, bananas, milk, soap, dish detergent, etc. Nothing seemed to make a difference. I continually got more and more hives spreading down my body each night.
I was frustrated and itchy. It felt like I was getting slapped by rubber bands, not the best feeling in the world.
Finally after 2 weeks, I went to the doctor. I figured I could at least get steroids to help with the hives.
As I was sitting in the empty waiting room, this middle-aged lady came in nearly hacking her lung out. She checked in and made a beeline to sit down. She could have sat anywhere as I was the only other patient there, but she chose to sit right next to me. I'm a bit of a germaphobe when it comes to doctor's offices and was confused as to why she chose to sit so close. Where was my beloved courtesy seat? (What's a courtesy seat? Get to church 5 minutes late and try finding a place to sit. You will find that the only seats left are the ones smack dab in the middle of the row or the empty courtesy chairs next to every family.)
She was a nice lady. Unfortunetly, I did not appreciate her trying to share germs with me as she coughed in my direction. I tried to angle my body away from her without it being too obvious. I even contemplated moving across the room, but I thought it might be awkward to get up and sit somewhere else.
5 minutes later of barely breathing through my nose, I watched as the woman's husband walked in. He gave her her wallet and sat on the complete opposite side of the room. She didn't have a chair next to her for him to sit in. I was again thoroughly confused as to why she was sitting next to me instead of her husband.
I was concoting all sorts of theories when I was finally called in to see the doctor.
The nurse asked me why I was there, and I told her it was because I had hives.
"How do you know they're hives?" she remarked.
"I just assumed?" I stammered.
"Well, it could be a rash," she responded in a know-it-all voice.
I guess it could be? I didn't know there was much difference.
Anyways, to make a long story short, I am not allergic to anything. Instead, I have a viral infection that makes me have rashes everywhere. I guess most people who have it, start with it on the trunk of their body. I am part of the 6% who have it start on my extremities. Out of that 6%, 1 out of 4 people complain of itchiness. I guess I am in the minority.
I am relieved to have the mystery figured out. I wasted a lot of laundry detergent, but at least my clothes are extra clean!!
(And luckily for waiting room lady, I am not contagious.)
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
You Know That Awkward Moment When...
You know how when you come home from a long trip, you have a mountain load of laundry to do? And you put off washing them for a couple days because the task just seems too daunting? (You may have worn dirty clothes just to avoid the inevitable.) C'mon, you know we've all been there.
Well, rewind a couple weeks and that was exactly the situation I found myself in. There comes a point when you find yourself debating whether to wear dirty underwear or not, and you know it's time to draw the line. (I mean, not all of us have disposable underwear *cough Jackson cough*.) It took a couple days to wash what seemed like every article of clothing we owned. Not to mention the several hours in front of the tv it took to fold them. Finally after a long Sunday evening, I had washed, folded, and put away all of the laundry. *Phew* What a weight off my shoulders.
Fast forward a couple days. Spots. Random spots all over my arms. They didn't itch, they were just red. And big. I admired them for a couple minutes and then didn't think much of it. 2 days later, the red spots spread over my entire body accompanied by smaller spots. Concerned, Ryan mentioned the words "bed bugs", "common in apartments", "eating me alive"--no wait, I may have said that one.
Needless to say, it didn't take long for me to decide to throw all of the sheets, blankets, and pillow cases into the wash on the hottest, bug-killing setting. JUST IN CASE!
Well, folks. Jokes on me. I called my mom because not only was I red and spotted and blotchy, I was extremely itchy. She asked me if I had eaten anything or used anything new.
"Well," I responded. "Daddy gave me a new laundry detergent last week."
"Oh!" my mom exclaimed. "We gave that to you because Daddy is allergic to it. It gave him red spots."
Ooooh. Light bulb.
So you know that awkward moment when you are covered head-to-toe in hives and you realize you washed every article of clothing you owned, every bedding, every towel, and I might even add every pair of underwear in a laundry detergent you are probably allergic to?
No?
Well, let me tell you, you're not missing much. Except for maybe an itchy, polka-dotted body and a huge pile of laundry needing to be (re)washed. De-ja-vu.
On the plus side--I hear polka dots are in style these days.
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Well, rewind a couple weeks and that was exactly the situation I found myself in. There comes a point when you find yourself debating whether to wear dirty underwear or not, and you know it's time to draw the line. (I mean, not all of us have disposable underwear *cough Jackson cough*.) It took a couple days to wash what seemed like every article of clothing we owned. Not to mention the several hours in front of the tv it took to fold them. Finally after a long Sunday evening, I had washed, folded, and put away all of the laundry. *Phew* What a weight off my shoulders.
Fast forward a couple days. Spots. Random spots all over my arms. They didn't itch, they were just red. And big. I admired them for a couple minutes and then didn't think much of it. 2 days later, the red spots spread over my entire body accompanied by smaller spots. Concerned, Ryan mentioned the words "bed bugs", "common in apartments", "eating me alive"--no wait, I may have said that one.
Needless to say, it didn't take long for me to decide to throw all of the sheets, blankets, and pillow cases into the wash on the hottest, bug-killing setting. JUST IN CASE!
Well, folks. Jokes on me. I called my mom because not only was I red and spotted and blotchy, I was extremely itchy. She asked me if I had eaten anything or used anything new.
"Well," I responded. "Daddy gave me a new laundry detergent last week."
"Oh!" my mom exclaimed. "We gave that to you because Daddy is allergic to it. It gave him red spots."
Ooooh. Light bulb.
So you know that awkward moment when you are covered head-to-toe in hives and you realize you washed every article of clothing you owned, every bedding, every towel, and I might even add every pair of underwear in a laundry detergent you are probably allergic to?
No?
Well, let me tell you, you're not missing much. Except for maybe an itchy, polka-dotted body and a huge pile of laundry needing to be (re)washed. De-ja-vu.
On the plus side--I hear polka dots are in style these days.
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Jackson at the Disney store. He refused to wear that hat longer than 5 seconds.
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