Jack Jack Attack

Notice the picture to the right --->

Like I've said before, kids make great slave labor.  Keep scrubbing.

Today, Eve comes up to Jack and orders him to give her a kiss- which he does. She then turns to me and says "Jack's a good kisser! I'm going to marry Jack one day because he's a good kisser." I hope her marriage criteria improves over the next couple decades.

Lately Jack has been thinking he's a big boy and that means he thinks he's ready to start potty-training. I'm not too sure about that but at least he tells me when he has to poo so I can take him to the toilet- which I suppose is really training me more than training him, but atleast it is a start. Last night he told me he needed to go so I took him to the toilet and sat him on the kid seat and told Kole to keep an eye on him and listen for when he says he's done while I worked on something upstairs. Unfortunately, what I didn't realize at the time was Kole hadn't hear a word I said. A few minutes later I hear Kole yelling for me and I come downstairs to find Jack had gotten off the potty and was running around bare-bottom. That's all fine and good except he didn't finish his business on the toilet. It was definitely an unwelcome sight. Luckily he kept most of it in the bathroom but still I wonder why he left a perfectly good toilet and decided a towel would be a better thing to poo on.
Still the situation is better than the time I was changing his bum and he wouldn't hold still to let me get his diaper back on. I got frustrated and decided to let him "air out" for a couple minutes while I went downstairs to do something. When I came back I could tell there was something wrong from the distinctive smell. That's right, there was poo smeared everywhere... all over my chair, the walls, his body from head to toe and my white carpet (which we obviously got before we had kids).  And doesn't it seem like this kind of thing always happens when you are in a hurry to get somewhere?

I love when I catch him in the middle of doing something he shouldn't.  First the look of "oh no, I'm in trouble" crosses his face and then he immediately stops what he's doing and runs up and gives my leg a big kiss- like that will keep him out of trouble.  Admittedly, he must be wise beyond his years because how can I get mad after such cuteness.  Gotta love him. Anyway, here is my picture homage to that darling kid of mine.

Like father like son.

Enjoying the helicopter he got for Christmas.  Still hasn't stoped him from running to the window every time the Life-Flight Heli flies over.

Getting a hair cut from daddy.  I love that boys hair is so easy to do.

 For some reason brushing your teeth is just not exciting enough without some accessories.

 Jack loves my treadmill. He knows how to use it all by himself. If I don't fold it up, he will put the starter magnet where it goes and push start and he will just walk until he's done. It works out rather well for me since winter can be hard to keep the kids from bouncing off the walls.

  That's right, go get really tired.

 Put your bum in the air like you just don't care.