A couple videos, courtesy of Ben. First, Jack opening his big present from us: his own Nintendo DS (with a Pokemon game, opened later).
This is apparently what happens when you are the son of a gamer who shares all his stuff with you. In his defense, he was super excited about the game when he opened it. Neither gift was asked for or expected by him. So I think his response was caused by bafflement. We had a good laugh though.
Here is the new (old) wagon being put to work immediately.
Oh, what a day it was! We had donuts and presents for breakfast, a party at lunch, and pizza and movie for dinner. There were a few meltdowns, as expected, but I think he couldn’t have asked for anything more. Well, more presents. He can’t get enough. But besides that.
Tons of photos on my flickr page, but here are some favorites.
Presents in pajamas. That’s Ben’s old wagon that his folks restored for Jack. I had one just like it!
At the party, Pin the Spider on the Web
Oh no! There’s a robber!
Got him with our spiderwebs!
Got him good.
Every last drop of silly string was used.
Thanks to Amanda for these great shots.
Sam was thoroughly confused when he woke from his nap. Poor guy kind of got the short shrift during the party. Luckily I had lots of helpers to hold him. Ben protecting his lawn.
Sam and Henry playing “together” as 8 months olds do.
As requested, a chocolate cake with cherry ice cream inside.
Patience was running low by 1 1/2 hours, but they stuck it out through the present opening.
It was a really fun party. I enjoyed having so many of MY friends there too. Almost none of the moms or dads knew each other. For the record, Jack’s friends at the party were Nora, Parker, Ellis, Adam, Ella, Hazel, and Olin.
After a short quiet time, we relaxed in the cool and empty backyard.
Pizza, more cake, and “Everything is awesooooome!”
Happy (early) Birthday, Jack!
Some other things I meant to write about and haven’t gotten around to:
Here’s some videos and photos from the past couple weeks. I figured I’d better post them before the big birthday tomorrow. Did you know tomorrow is Jack’s birthday? I’ve only been reminded seventy gajillion times today. (psst, it’s not really his birthday. That’s the 28th. But we are having the party on the Saturday before, and I don’t want to tax his little brain with the concept of celebrating earlier than the actual day. Kid can’t tell a Thursday from a Saturday anyway. So if you wish to call to tell him Happy Birthday, the 24th is it this year.)
You might see glimpses of my beautiful new walls. No poopy brown anymore! I love them! The art is a work in progress still. Bit by bit.
Glad I threw on a cardigan. Sam pooped all over his clothes right before story time.
I tried to get jack to help in the bathroom by throwing out the diaper, all wrapped up in clean papers. “Um, no. Jesus doesn't want me to carry diapers and get my hands dirty.”
I think that's a fib. But he came home from Sunbeams where they talked about hearing and he said “Jesus says not to put small toys in my ears.” Savior, and safety expert.
I really appreciate this. I’m not sharing it to complain about my husband (although everyone I ask agrees that this phenomenon is true). But I truly relate to her question “But what about me?”
Being sick when your a parent just sucks.
Some adorable things Jack said today:
Really? Another month has passed?
Seriously, this guy is blazing through infanthood. Or it seems that way because I’m only half conscious with sickness most of the time. Either way, Sam is bigger and better than ever.
No real milestones to report this month. He has a great raking and pincher grip. He blows raspberries at me when I talk to him, most likely a glimpse into his teenage years far in the future.
He refuses to get in the crawl position. In fact, his flipping from tummy down is so fast, I can’t even get a picture any more.
He rolls well enough to get into trouble, so I have to keep an eye on him. The other day, while I was in the bathroom, he had rolled off his play mat, into the media center, and was about to gum on some cables.
I wish I could say sleep is better. As you know, we had a solid 3-4 weeks of hourly wakings. I did some modifications and got him to sleep through the night again. But now, after about a week of that, he’s back to waking up a lot. Maybe its the drippy nose? I can always come up with an excuse for the sleep, but once one problem passes another one starts. I want a permanent solution. Grrrr. I tell him this, and he blows me a raspberry, punctuated by his signature “ah-tscha” babble.
Still no more teeth. Isn’t that weird? He got those two at an early 4 months, and nothing new for the next 4 months.
He makes those teeth work for him, though. He’s as crazy about food as I said last time. He loves everything I give him. I usually do raspberries or bananas with oatmeal for breakfast. Then he nibbles on whatever he can handle of our dinner. Loves tortellini. If I’m lucky, he spends lunchtime napping so I can actually enjoy a meal to myself.
He’s trying to grab the camera here. This is also what it looks like when he pulls your hair / grabs your glasses / grabs your earrings / scrapes your nose / or pulls your lips. I see this image a lot.
I love you, Sam. Now go to sleep and stay that way!