my first white shirt

yep. here it is.

and I. Look. Good.

mom got me all dressed up for Easter Sunday, and the white shirt finally fits.
unfortunately, she said that this means i can't wear pj to church anymore. bummer.

i was so excited i couldn't hold still for any of the pictures, so they are blurry.



this is dad's class (minus one really cool kid, who wasn't there that day)...he is gunna miss those kids.

Making the best of it...

Some of you may have heard that I bought tickets to the next shuttle launch for Danny's birthday. The one problem with this purchase is that the tickets are to an event...not a specific date. Thus, if the shuttle gets moved to another date so do our tickets (they are not refundable). I knew this going into it. I also knew that this happens a lot.
Yesterday was supposed to be the big day. We didn't see a launch. It was moved to the day AFTER we move. Figures. Oh well. We have a couple of people in mind we want to give the tickets to.
Since Danny had the day off, we decided to go and do something...but it had to "be Florida."
There is a little manatee observatory and learning center just south of us. Cost=$1. Good thing too, because all of the manatees were missing. We saw some plaster ones though. It was run by two little old ladies who are definitely on their last leg.

The first conversation went like this:
Lady: Hi. (peering through her large bifocals) That will be two. (holding up two fingers)
Danny: alright (handing her a 5 dollar bill)
Lady: (trying to punch some numbers on the register) *mumble* two, which button, two, here, no here...

*wait wait wait

Lady: two right? is that right? (pointing to her register that said 00.02) so here you go (handing back our 5).
Me: (trying not to sound demeaning) oh, actually I think we gave you this one, we get three ones back (pointing to the ones in the register that somehow popped open)
Lady: oh, these? (pulls two out and hands them to me)
Me: just ones more (she gets it out)
Lady: gosh, it's just so...mumble
Me: been one of those morning already? (trying to make her not so embarrassed, though I don't even know if she understood)
Lady: oh yes! one of those mornings...

it was 10:20am. They opened at 10. We were the only ones in the two room shop.

Next conversation with another special lady at the "touch tank":

Lady: want me to get something out for you to touch?
Me: sure, what do we have?
Lady: (points to some of the things and tells me about them) you can touch any of them if I get to keep your baby. (half smile)
Me: *laugh* sure thing (alright touch-pool-creepy-lady, keep your touchy fingers to yourself)

(this would have been ok, but she kept saying it over and over. It was a little creepy--we touched the sea star and got outta there).
The gift shop was much better.

Watching something on manatees...obviously not all that interesting.


Us and the plaster manatee.


Jack putting his feet into the ocean for the first time.


A cool tree we found.

who needs TV

dad singing "kiss the girl" = funny


play time with my friend's toys

happy birthday to the ground

so some poser hands me cake at a birthday party
i said, what do you want me to do with this, eat it?!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE GROUND!!!!



yes, after nearly 6 years of faithful service, the first string has snapped. on birthday eve. happy birthday.

-- jack's dad

Spit-up

the doctor said it was reflux--whatever that means.
so you've heard they give medication for that, but i bet you didn't know that it doesn't help with the spitting-up. all it does is help with the acid--which i guess is a good thing. my throat should feel a little better, so perhaps i won't cry as much.
I have jealousy for other babies (as do my parents) because i can't do a lot of normal things.
tummy time is very limited (as in never, only when my parents are brave and want to clean up lots of spit-up).
every position except on my back someone holds a rag in front of me (for good reason, i will 9 out of 10 times spit-up).
sleeping on mom or dad is out of the question.
cuddling doesn't work.
being lifted above my parents head will have to wait.
sure, i like the bumbo, but ten seconds into sitting--i end up sitting in a wet pool.
i have to change my clothes ALL THE TIME.
bibs do nothing (they are helpful with the drool that is frequent nowadays, but spit-up is a totally different ballgame).
first thing i do when i am put into my car seat is spit-up. did you know that the holes for the shoulder straps go all the way through? and my aim is perfect every time.
i am not aloud on any furniture unless it is wipe-able or i have a blanket down.
i have hit inside moms shoes at church more times than i can count.
ANY kind of activity brings consequences.

i could go on.
doctor said this lasts up to 9 months. can't wait to see what spit-up and peas looks like...

on a better note, i am 4+ months. i am as strong as ever. 15lbs 8oz, 26 1/4 inches long, and healthy overall. i sleep from 8pm to 7am with a 4:30 snack. i have lots of friends and will be going to the beach in a few days. and i like being carried in a front carrier.

me and mom


me eating chicken alfredo...


me walking to go get a toy...



ok...so those last two were jokes.

Swaddling Suggestion

There a re a lot of swaddling ideas out there for those of you who don't want to use blankets. Now that Jack is getting more active--I definitely see the benefit of these.

I am trying to win one (hence the post) from Make it and Love it blog.

http://www.thewoombie.com/

Jack's mom

Trying to Laugh

sometimes things are hard.
laughing seems like something that would just come naturally.
it doesn't for me.
i know my parents are trying desperately to make it happen.
this is how far i have come.
almost there.
almost.

Can't a guy get some privacy?

so i like being naked.

who wouldn't?
i mean, come-on, when is the last time you wore plastic underpants ALL DAY.!?
totally not comfortable.
in fact, i have started to cry every time mom puts a new one on me--just to make sure she knows that i don't like them.
dad said if i learned to use the toilet that he would let me run around naked ALL the time. something to think about.

so obviously, i like bath time. not that i laugh or giggle or smile a lot--good heavens i'm not silly--but i get to be naked the whole time. FREEEEE!

mom, of course, took pictures.