"Want some eggs, Mama?"

Say it aint so, this guy will be TWO YEARS OLD next month. Heavens, that went quicker than the first time we played this game {with big sister}. He is turning into a little boy, losing all signs of baby very quickly. We are still hanging on to the singing to sleep, diapers, and missing 5 outta 10 bites actually going into the mouth while eating ... but other than that he is well on his way to fully embracing toddlerhood. Evident by 1) his size 2) his temper 3) his running faster than mama speed capability.

He has a way with words, this one. Always catching strangers off guard when he starts conversations with them. If you ask him, he will tell you he is having a "Cat in the Hat birthday party" and that is he turning two. He tells me I'm a "special mommy" and the "best mommy" and he tells Lucca "I love you sooo much CocoBee". He tells us "my favorite part of the day is when Daddy comes home" and asks to jump on the trampoline and paint about 700 times a day.

He is a master at turning all the lights on and off and finding my car keys and making the car alarm go off daily. See also: opening the trunk. He is not super fun to take shopping, but he is super fun to skateboard with. And play soccer with. And play trains with. And sing with. And laugh with.

He has our hearts, that is for certain.

Poor little bud

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.

Wishing, hoping, praying the night is restful and the morning brings renewed health (and happiness) back to our Stone.

But on a side note, how major cute does his little baby face look in my arms? Come on.

Fun in the tub

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?