Jack meets Maya & Chloe

Nicole brought the girls up for a visit on Tuesday so that they could meet Jack. It was great to see them - with everyone's busy schedules we definitely don't get together often enough! Now we just have to convince them to babysit in a few years. They seemed skeptical. I was dying to babysit at their age (changing diapers for $2 an hour, sign me up)...they must just be smarter than I was. We'll have to buy them the Babysitter's Club books for Christmas. Perhaps that will turn them around on the subject.

Here the girls are reading Gallop (a St. Present's Day gift from Kathleen). The "scanimation" in this book is incredibly clever. Jack already enjoys watching the movement of the pictures. Maya & Chloe also enjoyed Jack's book about farts (a present from our friend Michelle...I can't wait until Jack is their age so that he can appreciate it too).

Chloe & Jack

Maya & Jack

Happy (1 Month) Birthday Jack!

Since I didn't make a proper "birthday" post on Monday, I'm just going to upload some photos from the past week for your viewing pleasure (I stole some of these photos from Josh, so there may be repeats on BrothersRoot).

I can't believe that the little bugger is already a month old - it's gone by so quickly (maybe that's because I'm so sleep deprived that it all feels like one really long day). Seriously, Josh and I find that we never know what day of the week or time of day (or night) it is. It all just sort of blends together. Unfortunately for Josh, he keeps thinking it's Friday when it's not...wishful thinking I guess, but disappointing when you realize that the weekend is still days away.

Jack meets his Uncle Ben.

Janee' (sorry, this stupid blog program doesn't have proper accents) was in town for the weekend, and stopped by with my sister to say hello to the newest member of the family.

Jack & his daddy. Laying upside down always helps with gas-related fussiness... (makes sense to me).

See how he makes eye contact now? I love it!

Clarification

Just a clarification about yesterday's post. I don't actually want your old meat. I happened upon that request when I was perusing yesterday's Freecycle listings, thought it was odd, and so posted it on the blog. The woman who posted the request is named Carol & her Skagit Freecycle ID is "geepers 578". Feel free to contact her, but please, whatever you do, don't send me your old, freezer-burned meat. I have enough problems as it is...

Old Meat

Here's a post from today's Skagit Freecycle list for your consideration:

WANTED: raw meat

Do you have some old meat in your freezer that you don't want, will
never use, or that has been sitting there too long? I'm looking for
old meat (beef, pork, poultry, fish, game, etc) that is raw (not
cooked, no casseroles, no sauces, no spices, no breading, just raw).
Freezer burned is not a problem.

I would like to come by and get it at your convenience.

Thanks in advance,
Carol ("geepers578")

Jack's New Toy

Since it turns out that Jack hated the jiggle chair that we bought him, we returned it and upgraded to the Fisher Price Rainforest Cradle Swing (see above) as recommended by our friend Greg (and his daughter Jane). Jack's favorite thing about it is that it swings not only front to back but also side to side! My favorite thing is that it is a big ugly plastic piece of crap that thoroughly blocks the only thoroughfare in our tiny house. Poor Griffen doesn't like it so close to his bed either. We're all making adjustments... At least the little one is happy (and sleeping contentedly) for the moment.

Chillin'

My daddy dressed me this morning...aren't I cute? The coffee stand girls certainly thought so! I swear, Josh has been hit on more in the past month than any married man deserves to be. There's just something really attractive for women about a handsome young dad taking care of his baby (especially if it seems like he might need their help - doesn't that hat need to be pulled up over the baby's eyes?). I'm really not exaggerating here. A woman tried to pick him up in the diaper aisle the other day. ("Pampers, huh? I like Huggies... It's tough being a single mom. Is it hard being a single dad?" and so on...) Are you kidding me? Did she think his two week old infant just hatched from an egg? (I guess he did, in a way, but you know what I mean.) He should have told her that Jack's mom ran off to Vegas to become a stripper. Probably could have gotten her digits.

For a woman on the other hand, toting a baby seems to be a potent man-repellent. Yesterday in the parking lot of the grocery store, the man getting out of the car next to me smiled and started up a conversation about the weather. I was busy trying to unload my multitude of bags and other assorted baby supplies (a simple errand to the store these days requires more gear than a 10-day trek through the mountains). As soon as I reached in to get Jack, however, he smiled apologetically, did a 180, and hurried away. Was it something I said?

Ouch, it's hurting my eyes!

Here's Jack looking confused by the sun (and also perhaps by the giant floppy sun hat that his silly mommy put on him). Considering our recent weather, he just doesn't have much experience in the sunshine department yet. Not to worry though, I'm planning to take him in for an airbrush tan next week. We'll get him ready for swimsuit season in no time!