And so it goes...
May has come and gone and with the blink of an eye June seems to have faded away too. In the meantime, the Dangerous One continues to get bigger and more ornery and more adorable every day. I am only a pinch smitten.
Jackson is now 2 years old and with a little prodding he will even tell you himself. He says the word "carrot" in the most challenging way and this morning I decided my stubborn belly fat, made all the more stubborn post-pregnancy, was worth it. Really worth it.
I wanted so badly to keep up with all of the little things that make Jack Jack, but it all moves too fast. One day he can only say "ball" and the next thing I know he says, "Hello everyone!" Seriously, "everyone," my kid uses the word "everyone." That's a three syllable word people!
His adjustment into his new classroom has improved a bit in the last week or so. I think he is starting to recognize the room as his and with this ownership also comes comfort. Also, Miss Maria bribes him first thing in the morning when Robbie drops him off. Not necessarily an unremarkable parent/teacher tactic - but what is remarkable is the benefit of the bribe. Miss Maria tells Jackson, "If you can be okay when your Daddy leaves for work we will go see the babies!"
Now really, how ridiculously sweet is that? Apparently, Jackson is quite fond of the little babies at his school and spends time during the day worrying about them when they are crying. He likes to sneak out of his classroom and "check" on them throughout the day as well. Miss Maria was paying attention I guess and realized she could use this nurturing quality as a tool. And it's working. Way to go Miss Maria. I am pretty sure Robbie Knight would kiss you if he was so inclined.
Robbie and I took Jackson to our neighborhood pool last Sunday for the first time. The kid is fearless and drank more than his fair share of pool water. He made new friends and "shared" their toys (note to self: must purchase some pool toys) and threw the most terrific tantrum when we told him it was time to leave. Poor kid, never even saw it coming.
Jackson did great at the pool and so did Mommy. I braved the swimsuit, sucked up my pride and as much of my gut as possible and decided that regardless of my weight I was going to enjoy this special time with my little family. And I did. And I plan on doing it again and again and again. Or at least until Jackson decides The Most Uncool Thing on the Entire Planet is being seen at the pool with your mother in a bathing suit.
Saturday I turn 34. This is a little hard to believe. Most days I still feel 20 and completely unsure of my place in this world. I am learning the confidence you think you will gain as you get older doesn't just happen. I'm pretty sure I will still feel pretty incompetent at 35 too. So, I keep trying to act as if I know what the heck I am doing and some days I even fool myself.
Jackson is now 2 years old and with a little prodding he will even tell you himself. He says the word "carrot" in the most challenging way and this morning I decided my stubborn belly fat, made all the more stubborn post-pregnancy, was worth it. Really worth it.
I wanted so badly to keep up with all of the little things that make Jack Jack, but it all moves too fast. One day he can only say "ball" and the next thing I know he says, "Hello everyone!" Seriously, "everyone," my kid uses the word "everyone." That's a three syllable word people!
His adjustment into his new classroom has improved a bit in the last week or so. I think he is starting to recognize the room as his and with this ownership also comes comfort. Also, Miss Maria bribes him first thing in the morning when Robbie drops him off. Not necessarily an unremarkable parent/teacher tactic - but what is remarkable is the benefit of the bribe. Miss Maria tells Jackson, "If you can be okay when your Daddy leaves for work we will go see the babies!"
Now really, how ridiculously sweet is that? Apparently, Jackson is quite fond of the little babies at his school and spends time during the day worrying about them when they are crying. He likes to sneak out of his classroom and "check" on them throughout the day as well. Miss Maria was paying attention I guess and realized she could use this nurturing quality as a tool. And it's working. Way to go Miss Maria. I am pretty sure Robbie Knight would kiss you if he was so inclined.
Robbie and I took Jackson to our neighborhood pool last Sunday for the first time. The kid is fearless and drank more than his fair share of pool water. He made new friends and "shared" their toys (note to self: must purchase some pool toys) and threw the most terrific tantrum when we told him it was time to leave. Poor kid, never even saw it coming.
Jackson did great at the pool and so did Mommy. I braved the swimsuit, sucked up my pride and as much of my gut as possible and decided that regardless of my weight I was going to enjoy this special time with my little family. And I did. And I plan on doing it again and again and again. Or at least until Jackson decides The Most Uncool Thing on the Entire Planet is being seen at the pool with your mother in a bathing suit.
Saturday I turn 34. This is a little hard to believe. Most days I still feel 20 and completely unsure of my place in this world. I am learning the confidence you think you will gain as you get older doesn't just happen. I'm pretty sure I will still feel pretty incompetent at 35 too. So, I keep trying to act as if I know what the heck I am doing and some days I even fool myself.
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