Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Monday, March 26, 2007

Jack Jack

Oh what can I say about Jack. He is only the most adorable 2 year old on the planet. When he turned two he potty trained himself and “grew a temper” within a week. Look up the term “terrible twos” in the dictionary and his picture will probably be there. But he is SO much fun.

Jack loves trucks and tractors and baseball. He seems to be a natural athlete. Brett is excited because he is a very big kid (he is as tall as the shortest kid in AJ’s class—a 5 year old!) and he is left handed, so he is sure he will be a star athlete. I am equally sure he will be a star-anything he wants!

Where AJ loves worms and spiders and snails, Jack is much more “look but don’t touch,” he is a very good speaker for his age and people regularly think he is 4. He likes to collect small stones, read books about dinosaurs, and eat pancakes, he calls himself "Jack Jack." He is boy through and through.
FIVE!!! Can you believe it???

Time is slipping through my fingers. So hopefully this blog will help to chronicle our terrific little family. I will set the stage. AJ recently turned 5, and with that came some added responsibilities. She can no longer take her blanket out of the house, no more sippy cups, no more baby talk and she is supposed to clean her room on a regular basis (that last one isn’t going very well, for lack of effort on my part.) It turns out that 5 is a very good age for AJ. She has grown up a lot. She's obsessed with animals, especially “sea creatures.” She's an excellent swimmer, loves school, particularly Sunday school.

Every night when AJ goes to bed she must know, “What is your dream about?” Last night Brett’s dream was about a giraffe who swam in the pool, mine was that we had an animal hospital in our house (a favorite of hers) and AJ's was that she had 8 thousand cats. Jack’s dream is usually, “Green!” or, "Crocodiles!"

Yesterday AJ was upset when she came home from school because “Tanner and Caranver were looking at my underwear and making fun of me.” My advice, “Tell them, ‘please mind your own business’ and walk away.” Good advice? I hope so. She seemed satisfied with it.