tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703816287595307402024-03-05T18:07:21.921-08:00Jackson StoneEst. April 9, 2011kelsey c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413871616876064768noreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670381628759530740.post-40951307672982138102015-04-09T23:51:00.002-07:002015-04-09T23:51:45.647-07:00Four Years Old.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
FOUR! My baby is four. Which means in the past four years, I've learned to love life more, hug tighter, smile bigger, laugh louder, dance longer and love deeper. Jackson is known as "good time Charlie" because he is such a lover of life. His heart is the size of the globe. He is sensitive, caring, thoughtful, genuine, joyful, fun and so much more. He truly lives every single moment of his life and I learn so much from that. When we are eating, he enjoys every bite. When I try on clothes, he tells me I look beautiful. When Daddy leaves for work, he tells him to say hi to his coworkers from him. He tells me to turn up the music when a song comes on he likes, he waves to me when playing soccer, he always asks for one more cuddle, he tells Lucca she is his very best friend. He still wants me to sing him a song every night before he falls asleep. Sometimes he asks for six songs. He is pure love - and it is pure joy being his mother. Everyone who knows Jackson loves him. Like really loves him. He is captivating. </div>
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Jackson, may you always enjoy the moments of your life.</div>
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My three year old dude. To know him is to adore him. And that we did, all weekend long.</div>
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The Best Sleeper. Which is actually the most ironic thing considering his first year of life, AKA The Year of Sleep We Will Never Get Back. It's still funny to me when moms ask how we get Jackson to sleep (and stay in) his big boy bed all night. Magic!</div>
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Now, it's Sunday night, the weekend is done. Tomorrow morning we will all go downstairs to eat breakfast and Jackson will ask Daddy, as he always does, "Do you have to go to work again?" Daddy will say yes. And then in the most heartfelt, sincere reply ever, Jackson will tell him, "I'm gonna miss you." And truer words will have never been spoken. Those two. 💙</div>
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For the past 24 hours, I've been reminiscing about April 9, 2011 and looking at hundreds of Jackson's baby pictures, because how can it be my sweet baby is THREE?! </div>
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I swear this was just yesterday....</div>
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But today? He helped make the cupcakes for his classmates at preschool. Lightning McQueen cupcakes of course. Because life is all about planes, trains, and race cars when you are three. </div>
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THE BOY WHO HAS STOLEN MY HEART.</div>
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EVEN WHEN HE'S NAUGHTY & "SURFS" DOWN THE STAIRCASE, EVERY DAY.</div>
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The boy that melts my heart. Makes me laugh. Gives the best "huggles" and tells me I'm the best mommy everrr, totally unprompted. Raising a little boy who is brave, fearless and adventurous is awesome. And scary. Jackson jumps off everything, runs everywhere, "surfs" down the side of the stairs every dang time instead of walking down the steps, and rides his bike at 100 mph to the park. Mothering my boy is so definitely different than his sister and I'm learning a little bit more every day how to embrace his toughness. All while encouraging his love for affection and his sweet, sensitive side. Because thank the dear Lord, Jackson has the most tender heart on the planet. Our big dude is tough, but he's also the one who climbs in bed and cuddles with us for a half hour each morning asking for a back rub, the one who still asks "Daddy, hold you!", the boy who runs full speed from across the park to grab a quick snuggle, and who constantly says "I love ____ soooo much" depending on who he loves most that day.
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Favorite thing to do: Ride his bike. He would do this all day, every day, if he could.<br />
Favorite snack: Blueberries<br />
Favorite books: Cat in the Hat and Dinosaur Shapes<br />
Favorite show: Super Why<br />
Favorite dinner: Buzz-on-ya! (lasagna)<br />
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He takes off his shoes every single time we get in the car. He sticks out his tongue and smiles when anyone tries to say hi to him. He loves company logos...Home Depot! Target! Boca! Paradise Foods! He asks to go to the park 10 times a day. He uses the potty, hooray! He misses Daddy "soooooo much" when Daddy goes to work in "Samf Ma-sisco" i.e. San Francisco.<br />
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We had the best day celebrating our big boy! Can't believe he is two! I know every mother says this, but the second child grows up even quicker than the first. HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?! While I love to daydream about the future of my children, I can't help but wish they would stay this age forever. Two and four years old seem just perfect. Today, I heard Lucca in the other room tell Jackson that he was her "April Baby". Another time I heard her asking if he was soo excited to be two. At dinner, she asked if he was having the best birthday ever. And then at bedtime, she told me she made him feel extra special on his birthday. Does it get sweeter? Say no, or I may explode with hearts and glitter and all things happy sounding.</div>
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After waking up & eating birthday muffins & breaking both of his new birthday presents from us within an hour, we went to the Bay Area Discovery Museum. We met up with our visiting Washington cousins for a morning of fun in the beautiful California sun. Perfect company, perfect weather. Having my baby boy on the same day as my sisters' birthday, with her in the delivery room, was pretty special. Fast forward two years to today and being together again made my big ol' heart happy as can be. </div>
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This guy got hit with the same yucky bug that canceled Lucca's 4th birthday party. Fever, cough, cold & general discomfort. We have heard our happy boy cry more in the past two days than the past two years. And sleep? Only in mommy's arms. Somehow magically, I'm the only one yet to be taken down by this monster of a virus.
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kelsey c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413871616876064768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670381628759530740.post-90630285024887784792012-12-18T22:50:00.000-08:002012-12-18T22:51:13.538-08:00Sleepy buddy<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFmrdyKApncCKF8xJrMpe7R0uL_DSS4Kqw5iF6j3xI-OZhVqpgPa2b5_89sWe5nIG7heMoT53u0edsTXZ1Pz1MNj4YxWoGkhhB9c8U-fSe5sWwwT4wcSs4bLUhYZau353id-GsxeY1KVV7/s1600/photo-773539.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFmrdyKApncCKF8xJrMpe7R0uL_DSS4Kqw5iF6j3xI-OZhVqpgPa2b5_89sWe5nIG7heMoT53u0edsTXZ1Pz1MNj4YxWoGkhhB9c8U-fSe5sWwwT4wcSs4bLUhYZau353id-GsxeY1KVV7/s400/photo-773539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5823545614543948546" /></a></p>Some days, this guy wakes up early from his nap and wants to cuddle. And then some days he's so cozy he falls right back to sleep on my lap. And I love it. We pretend he is not 4 months shy of two years old and act like he's my tiny little baby. Thank you God for my sweet boy, and for the sweetest moments I get to spend with him.kelsey c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413871616876064768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670381628759530740.post-16058558299282060282012-12-16T22:32:00.000-08:002012-12-17T14:53:58.781-08:00Elfie<div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;">
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19 Months. Quite possibly my favorite month yet. And that coming from the mama who likes the wee itty bitty very beginning months, like 1 and 2. But OH MY GOSH are you at the most perfect age on the planet. We are just having the best time with you, Jackson Stone. You are the happiest little human being. You sing us Happy Birthday. You tell sissy "See ya in the morning" when she goes to bed. You have a fake laugh. And a scrunched up silly face with a way fake smile that cracks me up every time you do it. You tell people you are TWO (!) when they ask how old you are and then you laugh about it because you know you are ONE. It's your first joke, and it's actually really funny.</div>
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You and your sister are getting along and it is wonderful. A couple months ago I wanted to pull out my hair because you would just knock over her blocks, take her dolls, empty her bookshelf, steal her crayons and stomp on her tea parties, but now you are starting to get it...and play <i>with</i> her instead of terrorize her. And she thinks you are hilarious. You will repeat anything she asks you to say, so she thinks you are the coolest little parrot.</div>
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Can I just say I am so thankful for my husband in the morning? Each day, the boys get up and go downstairs to do their thing. I think their "thing" <i>might</i> involve letting Jackson watch a show while Daddy trades stocks online, but you know what....whatever works! We think Jackson likes getting up at the crack just to hang out with his Dad. It's their guy time and I love it. </div>
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kelsey c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413871616876064768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670381628759530740.post-4250228025793581742012-10-08T20:59:00.003-07:002012-10-08T20:59:45.245-07:0018 months!Jack Stone, you are the BEST.<br />
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Tomorrow you will be 18 months old. What?!?! On your way to 2? Come on, where did my baby go? You full on grew up and turned into a toddler all the sudden. Your baby ways are mostly gone and you're quickly becoming an independent little boy with a big ol' personality!<br />
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We had your 18 month check up today, and you didn't like one bit of it. Nope, not at all. You said "HI DOCTOR!" when Dr Brock walked in, but as soon as he started checking you, you freaked. Cried and cried. You were so mad and since you like to hold your breath when you get mad, I was getting ner-vous! BUT, if you were to pull the i'm-not-gonna-breathe-because-i'm-mad move, thankfully we were already at the doctor's office so I knew we'd be ok. BUT SERIOUSLY. Not a super fun appointment. Nor quiet. Eeeeek, I bet Dr Brock couldn't wait to get out of there. Especially once Lucca started crying because she WANTED a shot too. What kind of a kid cries because they DON'T get a shot at the doctor? Lucca.<br />
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So you are 28lbs and 36.5 inches long. That would be 90th percentile for weight <i>and </i>height. Could somebody sign this baby already to a full ride scholarship somewhere? <br />
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<br />kelsey c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413871616876064768noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670381628759530740.post-11275551273089918762012-09-28T22:48:00.000-07:002012-09-29T14:32:57.685-07:00Take a breather <div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;">
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Ah, today was rough! Jackson picked up whatever bug big sister picked up at preschool earlier this week and was one sick dude today. His fever started last night, he had a miserable night of (no) sleep (in our bed) and today was no better. He was not a happy guy. Except the wagon ride this afternoon. A little bit of fresh air always helps right? My mom taught me that long ago. Jackson waved at the airplanes in the sky, tasted some rocks and sticks along the way, and shouted "Zoom!" to every car that drove past. All which took his mind off feeling so rotten for a quick bit.
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I'm thankful that tomorrow is a new day, not to mention THE WEEKEND!!! </div>
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Hello, Saturday, I love you.</div>
kelsey c.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17413871616876064768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-670381628759530740.post-49275220999847792262012-09-21T21:47:00.001-07:002012-09-29T14:33:35.593-07:00Teeth!<div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;">
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I tried to get a photo of those little buggers that have been causing you (and us) a great deal of pain, but this was the best I can do. Your "eye teeth" ...or canines, or cuspids....have finally poked through! All 4 of them! At 17 months.
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Hopefully your sleep will go back to normal after these babies come in. In the meantime, you just want to cuddle. All the time. Which your father and I gladly oblige too. </div>
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Unless it's at 3AM which we've seen way too much of lately :/
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Come on teeth!</div>
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