Sleepy buddy

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.

Elfie

Wait, we aren't supposed to touch the Elf on the Shelf, right? Does that include no kissing? Whoops! We sure do love our Elfie.

19 Months!

Our Stone.  The Mayor. 

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.

You greet people with a loud "HI!" everywhere we go, and as soon as they say hi, you tell them BYE BYE!  

{First haircut & first taste of a lollipop. Notice the tear on his cheek?} 

Books. You-love-books. The end.

You love the Pajanimals song the best, LA LA Lullaby and you sway back and forth when you sing it.  "I dancing" you say.  When you aren't dancing, you are jumping to and from places.  Like full on frog hopping, with air, instead of walking from room to room.  Why not jump??

{Love those sleepy eyes in the morning}

You do the big playgrounds by yourself.  Climb the ladder, up to the slide, go down on your tummy, laugh, then do it again.  100 times.

You throw everything.  Food, plates, toys, library books, bath toys, everything.  And you aren't mad or upset, you just say THROW! and then you throw!  Before I can even say no, it's already been thrown.  We are hopeful this turns into a pitching career.  

 

{Hunting for a Christmas Tree}

You are OBSESSED with trash cans...?   You like to point to all three of ours and say the colors over and over again.  Next I need to teach you how to point and say "garbage" "recycling" and "green waste" to really impress people.  As if your language doesn't already stop people in their tracks.  Your vocabulary is highly impressive for a 1.5 yr old.  

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 with 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.

{Best buddies}

We were driving back from cutting down the Christmas tree with Grammie and Lincoln last week and you started singing "Jesus Loves Me" out of the blue.  Grammie is the one who recognized right away what you were singing and yep, clear as day you were singing all the words.  Didn't even know you knew that one, but it made my big old heart so happy.

You are such a LOVER.  So snuggly, so cuddly and so affectionate.  Sometimes you will be playing and then come find me, say you need some "Sugar" and then after I hug and kiss you, you go back to playing.

The last few weeks have been so fun, I wish I could bottle them up and remember every bit about them forever. 

First Rain

Oh to be a kid again! It was so fun to watch the kids experience the first rain of the season. Jackson couldn't understand why his head was getting wet. The cutest. <3

Jack Stone is a MORNING PERSON.   Just like Daddy.  

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" might 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.  

Mainly because I am not a morning person :)   

"BYE BYE MOMMY!" are the best words to hear at 6:30AM.

 

Just a little (ok, BIG) lap baby. That's what you are. Except you're 18 months old, stinker!!! You're supposed to be in your crib, big dude...but you sometimes prefer sleeping on mama's lap instead!

And you know what? That's ok with me.

 

18 months!

Jack Stone, you are the BEST.

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!

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.

So you are 28lbs and 36.5 inches long.  That would be 90th percentile for weight and height.  Could somebody sign this baby already to a full ride scholarship somewhere?  

Take a breather

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.

I'm thankful that tomorrow is a new day, not to mention THE WEEKEND!!! 

 Hello, Saturday, I love you.

Teeth!

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.

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. 

Unless it's at 3AM which we've seen way too much of lately :/

Come on teeth!

This explains a lot.