Baby it's cold outside...

I haven't been feeling too well in the last couple of weeks thanks to a lovely cold Jackson shared with me. There's plenty of updates to share because life for the Knights seems to be in a constant state of flux these days.

But first, the boy. He had his 4 month check up last Friday and he suffered through 4 shots and some poking and prodding. He is growing as he should, 17 pounds, 25 1/2 inches long and cute as a button. I've pulled out all of his 6-9 month clothing I had hoarded and he is wearing nearly all of it quite well. I have two large bags of itty, bitty, tiny clothes that my baby will never again wear. Where did the time go?

Jack is this close to being able to flip himself from belly to back and I've never waited for anything so rather unremarkable (really) with such baited breath before in my life. It's amazing what you suddenly find amazing once you have a kid. The other day Jackson reached up to his mouth, pulled out his binky and then proceeded to hit himself in the eye with it, attempting to put it back into his mouth. I was mesmerized.

A little over a week ago Robbie sold his truck. The bottom line was way too tight and Robbie works so very close to home, well, it just seemed like the most reasonable decision. And I suppose it was, actually. The only thing is taking Jack to daycare has become a monstrous chore. In the last couple of weeks I've been driving North to take Robbie to work, then South to take Jack to school then North again to try, in vain, to get myself to work on time. In short, it sucks. Royally.

So, with the decision to sell the truck came the painful decision to change daycare providers. Ugh. I sent Robbie to check out Special Beginnings without me because if you remember your past Crazy Jo pregnant drama you'll recall Special Beginnings was my first daycare shopping experience that ended rather poorly (me crying in bed all day). The decision to take a second look was driven purely by money and location. They are only three minutes from our house and Robbie's work and about $50 cheaper a week than his present daycare. It just didn't make sense to not take a second look.What I realize now is this.....it was definitely a "me not them" situation. No daycare was the right daycare at the time. My, my how we've evolved in 5 short months.

Jackson starts his new school on October 19th and I am praying he adjusts quickly. I am also hoping life starts to settle a little bit. October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month and with that comes conferences, fundraisers and an increase in boob traffic. I hate to say it, but is it November yet?

Last weekend we had family pictures made and you can check out three teaser proofs at Paparazzi Photography. Just scroll down a bit and check out "The Knights." I will be sure to put the link up when all the proofs are ready. It was such a cold, windy day and Jackson was not a happy camper. Needless to say, I am pretty happy with what we've seen so far.

A few observations about life as a new mom...
* having a cold just seems worse when you can't rest, but it's never as bad as the cold your baby has
* I never knew my house could get so messy, and that I could honestly, care less
* a smile really can make things much, much better.

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