Kim and Daniel are preparing to move this weekend! They are moving to an apartment close to our church building. So Jack and I went with Kim to pack on Monday morning.
Wednesday, April 28
Sunday's adventures
*A candlestick
*A vinegar bottle with brown paper rolled up in it and a metal bucket
*A hammer
*Two packages of bean seeds
*Dried Plums
*A small package of lard
*A vinegar bottle with brown paper rolled up in it and a metal bucket
*A hammer
*Two packages of bean seeds
*Dried Plums
*A small package of lard
Thursday, April 22
When we all work together...
Some nights it seems like Jack and I race for the dinner hour. I am hungry, it is dinner time. Whether he is hungry or not sometimes he pretends to be, or he suddenly needs some serious snuggle time. Here is how last night's battle by the stove ended.
Ah, sweet peace treaty.
Details are worth noting
Saturday, April 17
When things go bump in the night...
Babies don't know which end is up on night and day. It seems like their avid disregard for night and day keeps them at a rather happy functioning level - they are pretty much the same at any hour they are awake. I wish I could say the same for their happy parents. But, alas, we are not so coherent, cheerful, or coordinated during what I have always fondly called "night".
Below are some examples.
While still in the hospital, a nurse brought Jack in during the night to eat, and he was in the bassinet while I was getting ready for him. He started crying and something like this happened -
Amy to a sleeping Jon - "Jon, somebody needs you."
Jon in a mumble - "mm k"
......long pause......
Jon in a high sing song voice - "Hey Jason, hey there little Jason, how are you? Hey Jason!"
Amy worriedly - "Jon?"
...another long pause...
Jon - "uh, Jack. Hey Jack!"
Amy - "Please don't hold the baby Jon. At least not while you don't know his name."
Jon - "Too late."
The first night Jack slept 7 hours, I dreamed that he was crying at his normal 3 hour interval, and thought that Jon had gone and gotten him from his room and brought him to me. However, when I half awoke and asked Jon where Jack was, he said that he was asleep, so I thought that Jack was sleeping in our room and would wake again in a few minutes. I promptly fell asleep again. About a half hour later I awoke in a panic thinking that Jon had fallen asleep and accidentally let Jack slip out of his arms to under the pillow or something and I was afraid he couldn't breath. So I quickly sat up and felt to see where Jack was, but after a moment of looking I couldn't find him and in my half awake delirium I shook Jon awake and asked him where Jack's head was.
His answer?
"In his crib. With the rest of him."
Amy to a sleeping Jon - "Jon, somebody needs you."
Jon in a mumble - "mm k"
......long pause......
Jon in a high sing song voice - "Hey Jason, hey there little Jason, how are you? Hey Jason!"
Amy worriedly - "Jon?"
...another long pause...
Jon - "uh, Jack. Hey Jack!"
Amy - "Please don't hold the baby Jon. At least not while you don't know his name."
Jon - "Too late."
His answer?
"In his crib. With the rest of him."
Thursday, April 15
Monday, April 12
This full night of sleep brought to you by...
This is what Jack does best...
Wednesday, April 7
I am my father's son...
Hi, my name is Jack. I like my dad. I sleep with my hands under my head like he does, love music, get easily distracted, have a lot of energy but can sleep any time of the day, always eat what is served to me, smile a lot, like people, and I am generally pretty laid back just like him. 
They are great friends.
It makes my heart happy to watch him comfort him, carry him, work from home with Jack snuggled on his lap, play the piano with him wide eyed between his hands, and pick out his clothes in the morning confident that Jack will make them look good. :)
Splish Splash I was taking a bath...
First Easter
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