October 31, 2007
That's right. For his first Halloween, Jack was dressed as a hot dog with mustard. And he was the cutest little hot dog there was.
We took him to trunk or treat up at the township offices and everyone who saw him got a kick out of his attire. My 4-week-old niece, Emma, was also there and was dressed as a duck.
October 30, 2007
October 28, 2007
Cindy: I'm sure it's fine. I always feel that way about when I use eggs past their expiration date.
Me: (in a nonchalant, joking voice) Yeah, as if they'll taste a little too much like chicken.
Katie: Is that what happens?
Me: What do you mean?
Katie: (not in a joking voice) Is that how eggs become chickens?
Me: Are you asking if chickens come from eggs that have been sitting too long?
Katie: Yeah. I don't know.
Me: This conversation's gonna haunt you for a really long time.
We went to a few stores, including Old Navy yesterday, and were mildly disappointed. It was like they were going out of business or something. There was little to choose from.
While we were standing there looking helpless, a mom was standing next to me and asked how old Jack was. "4 and a half months old," I replied. She did a fairly good job keeping the look of shock off of her face as she looked at the 20 lb kid hanging out of the baby bjorn. We started talking and she told me she had an 11 month old and pointed me in the direction of three of his favorites. I thanked her and I bought them. Here's what I got:
I had seen this toy, called a "Winkel" when I was looking around but the $12.99 price tag made me keep looking. The mom I spoke to insisted that it was worth every penny. She said it was so easy for her son to hold on to and was great for teething. I gave in and bought it. Her advice was to use some of the toy links to attach it to whatever he was sitting or laying on to keep it from getting too far away from him or from hitting the floor. I let Jack play with it this morning . . . so far, so good.
She said her son loved pushing this around when he started learning to crawl. Then when he was old enough he enjoyed making the pieces fit through the right holes. We're saving this one for a Christmas gift.
I had already picked this up when I started talking to the other mom and she said her son loved it. Again, it's easy for them to hold onto and catch. They also have a larger size for when he gets older.
I would welcome any ideas that anyone else has about age-appropriate toys and activities for 4 1/2 month old children!
I don't take great pictures, but I do take a lot of them. So, I'm going to try and post one a day. This blog is already dedicated to my
We'll see how well I keep up with it . . .
October 26, 2007
The recall warns that "baby seats and should never use the infant seat on a table, countertop, chair or other elevated surface." Yes, we do sit Jack in his bumbo seat and put it on the table. Gasp! And, yes, he has tried to arch his back and flip himself out of the chair on several occasions. Double gasp!
Here's the good news: we never leave him alone in the chair. In fact, we usually have the bumbo on the table for one of two reasons . . . he's eating, or we're taking a picture and the lighting is really good there. And one of us is always standing within an arm's length away (usually with a hand on the chair) in case he decides he wants to do a double back handspring out of the seat.
Common sense would tell you not to leave your baby sitting in the seat on a table alone. Would you leave your baby sitting on a table alone without the seat? Probably not. The report also says that children shouldn't be left alone in the seat even when it's on the floor. We rarely even do this. But if we do and he should choose to do a reverse walkover followed by two consecutive cartwheels, topped off with a somersault out of the seat, he would land the blanket laying a few inches beneath him.
No worries. My baby is in good hands.
October 24, 2007
I have no biblical basis for that, but it sounds nice, huh? That's what I was thinking last night as Kyle and I drove to Jackson for my brother's soccer game. The sun was setting and the sky was painted in beautiful shades of pink and orange. The sunset, combined with the red, orange and yellow leaves on all of the trees, cast a golden tint to everything. We agreed that it was as if the car windows had some sort of gold-tinted film covering them. We passed a pond that reflected the gold color and made it look as if you could walk out onto it. To top it all off, Jack was in the car, awake and not screaming. It was incredible.
The only thing I didn't have was time and a camera.
As we marveled at what God had created, I felt a sense of peace that took me by surprise. It was the strangest thing. It was an ordinary day. We were in the car. On the way to a soccer game. And I was completely overwhelmed by God's presence and keenly aware of his call for me to rest.
I took the long way to and from the grocery store this morning hoping to re-capture some of what I saw, and subsequently felt, last night. Unfortunately, the magic was gone. But for those few moments in the car last night, the burdens were lifted and I found rest.
October 21, 2007
Having many fond memories of my own bowling set as a child, I decided to get it for him. I think he's gonna like it.
Anyway, I've been trying not to take store bags if I don't need them, so the bowling set was sitting out in the open on the front seat of the car. As I was cruising down I-94 on my way home, I glanced over at the box and the picture of the baby on the front of the box caught my eye . . . and startled me a little.
Is this baby wearing a toupee? It kind of looks like it. If nothing else, it has convinced me that Jack could make it as a model for Fisher Price.
October 20, 2007
October 16, 2007
October 15, 2007
The trees are turning beautiful shades of red, yellow and orange! I also made my annual batch of pumpkin chocolate chip bread. AND, it's Monopoly time at McDonalds.
There is nothing more exciting than pulling up to the drive through window and being handed delicious food with small, waxy peel off tabs that will change my life by giving me a free egg mcmuffin, 10% off at Foot Locker or one million dollars. Did you know that McDonalds Monopoly has it's own wikipedia page?
I know, I know. The odds of winning a good prize are ridiculous. We have a 1 in 846,000,000 chance of winning the million dollar prize. . . these odds are about 8 times worse than the odds of winning the powerball lottery. This doesn't make me want to quit playing McDonald's monopoly as much as it does make me want to go out and buy a lottery ticket. There are a lot of statistics to put the odds into perspective. I'm 4,729 times more likely to die from accidentally choking on my own vomit this year than win the $50,000. I'm a staggering 2,529,865 times more likely to get murdered this year than win the $1,000,000 grand prize. Richard Roeper put it this way in the Chicago Sun-Times: "In other words, you have a better chance of getting struck by lightning while on your way home from purchasing a winning Lotto ticket with your wife, Jessica Alba, the first lady of the United States."
This site will actually let you trade or sell game pieces, and share strategy tips for McDonald's monopoly. It seems that some people have forgotten that this game does not take skill. And, why would someone sell or trade a piece that someone else actually wanted?
So far, we've won $4 in Toys 'R' Us dollars, 20% off of a foot locker purchase and a free Egg McMuffin. Oh, and we've increased the amount of transfat making itself at home in our arteries and our likelihood of having early onset heart disease. While the odds are actually really bad for winning, for some reason I still feel like I need to buy McDonald’s. Stupid marketing ploys and subliminal messages.
October 14, 2007
October 13, 2007
October 9, 2007
Just in case you couldn't see the comparison . . .
He weighed approximately .03 oz and measured 3 - 4 mm long. Today, he weighs about 19.5 lbs and measures 27" long. His weight has increased by a factor of 10,400! There are few miracles greater than this one. I know, I know . . . I can't spend the whole year blogging about what happened a year ago, but it's amazing to see how much he's grown.
October 8, 2007
One bad part of the warm weather is that I don't have much clothing for Jack in his size (12 mos . . . not kidding) and none of what I have is summer clothing. Therefore, we've been trying to squeeze him in his 6/9 month summer clothes. He's not uncomfortable . . . but let's just say he was wearing bootie shorts today.
In other news, I'm sick. And I sound like a man.
Quite often as I'm "blog-hopping" I run across a blog that makes me realize that most of what I write is completely meaningless and boring. Most of you know that, but I need to be reminded. Today was one of those days. If you get a chance, check out Chris and Lindsey Wheeler's blog. I don't know them, but it's one of those friend of an acquaintance type of thing. Their story brought me to tears and more importantly has caused me to pray for them almost hourly. I hope that you'll read their story and pray for them too.
October 5, 2007
October 3, 2007
Jackson, MI (AP) - Brett and Kristen Hackworth just announced the birth of their daughter, Emma Rae Hackworth, just moments ago. In a weighin that rivals her cousin, Emma tipped the scales at 8 pounds, 5 ounces, qualifying her for the 2 - 3 week old baby class, should she choose that career path. Emma stands 21" tall. All three are reported to be doing fine.
In a statement released by Emma, she said, "It's great to be out. It was getting a little crowded in there. I'm looking forward to taking it easy for a few days before heading home. Thanks to every. . ." Unfortunately, Emma was not able to conclude because she fell asleep halfway through her statement.
In a later interview with her four-month-old cousin Jack, he said, "It's great to finally meet her. I can already tell I'm gonna like her. Hopefully we can grab a slice later and I can teach her a little bit about how to handle parents. They can be quite a handful." Due to mounting suspicion that Jack had once again filled his pants, the interview ended abruptly.
Your dad is your primary caretaker during your nighttime antics. He gets up with you every time you wake up and tries to get you to go back to sleep. He only wakes me up if you’re hungry. I love him for this. The other night, he had a heart-to-heart talk with you about how he could help you sleep through the night. You just reached up and touched his face as if to say, “It’s ok dad. This will only make you stronger.” You’re funny like that, Jack.
You officially became playful this month. Of course, you’ve always been “played-with.” You just play back now. One of your favorite things to do when you’re nursing is to stop and stare at me until I smile at you. When I finally give in and smile, you laugh and start eating again. It all starts over again about 30 seconds later. I know that this is a bad habit to let you develop but it’s so darn cute that I can’t keep from smiling back! You also love it when dad or I try and smother you with kisses on the changing table. Your giggles make me melt!