Slacking

Ah the easy breezy twos....Yes you heard me right, and I know Ive been slacking. But, me and J have gotten into a routine. Get up, take 45 minutes eating breakfast (how did I have such a slow-poke son? Oh, that's right, his father) watch t.v. while eating, go to the gym, come home, eat a 30 minute lunch (he gets a bit quicker through out the day) take a 3 hour nap (ah, pure bliss), get up, have a 10-minute dinner, dance and run around and then bedtime.

I have heard people talk about the terrible two's, but so far we haven't seen to much of them. I am not saying my day of reckoning is not coming, I know that it is, only that I have been incredibly lucky so far. J is a happy little dude most of the time. His favorite activity as of late is running from us, this will keep him entertained for hours, which is surprising given the small nature of our house. But he will run from one room to the next screaming "Get you, Get you" and laughing.

J is a crazy chatterbox and some days I feel like I am stuck with a parrot. He will literally repeat something over and over again until he gets the desired response. He is also at a stage where he gives things "cute" names. Spider-Man is "flying man", Master Chief (a Halo reference as I am a xbox widow) is "guy guy". That sort of thing.

This kid also has a crazy good memory. He knows all the spots in town that serve ice cream, and calls them out as we pass them by. After going to his Aunt and Uncle's house once, he knows when we get close.

J has turned into a little cuddler, which is awesome. Sometimes while I am playing on the computer he will climb up on my lap and snuggle his head into my shoulder. It's times like those I hope to be able to recall when the throes of the teenage angst years hit (I'm hoping those skip our house, but somehow I doubt that).

Like I said before, we've gotten into a total groove but I know that one day I will wake up and wonder where my sweet two year old went and why is this monstrous three year old in his place?

The next Jackson Pollock

Jackson has learned to color this week. And that is pretty much all he has done. Since he was about 6 months old I have been buying markers, crayons, paints, paper, etc. in anticipation of this day. Up until this week, we've broken out the art supplies on a semi regular basis, but he hasn't been interested in them, unless, by interested, you meaning eating said art supplies. But while over at Sara's house this week he put pen to paper, and, as they say, the rest is history.

He knows where all of the supplies are kept so first thing after breakfast he will say "hent" (meaning he wants you to take his hand) and he will lead you into the closet and say "hep, hep, hep" (he's not a hipster baby, that's just him saying help), while pointing at said art supplies. Any resistance he meets will be met with a full fledged breakdown.

We have the colorwonder markers and colorwonder paper, so it's nice not having to worry about him drawing on everything. He is content to sit there for up to an hour at a time happily scribbling away. It's also pretty cool because we've been able to start working on colors.

New Years again

Well Jackson has had his second New Years. We celebrated the day by renting some movies and vegging out and pigging out. Speaking of pigging out, Jackson has entered the picky eater stage, which I've read, generally last the rest of childhood. Today, for instance, he ate a banana, some dried cranberries, a glass of strawberry milk, some goldfish crackers and one piece of pizza. I guess it sounds like more than it felt like he ate all day. It gets very frustrating cooking a meal for a toddler who goes around shouting "food food food, eat eat eat, bite bite bite" then immediately throws whatever you give him on the floor. I try not to get to stressed out about it and know that he will eat what he wants when he wants. However, I can not remember the last time he had a vegetable that wasn't fried.

Jackson hates shopping....well, he likes being in stores, out of the house, but actually needing to accomplish anything, he isn't very agreeable too. From the time we enter a store I have roughly 30 minutes to get everything I need, check out, and get back to the car before a major meltdown ensues. Needless to say Jackson doesn't go on very many shopping trips with us.

He is talking up a storm. His favorite words are "train" "truck" "cars" "fish" and oddly enough, "Sara" (that's his babysitter). Seems like he is adjusting to having a working mommy just fine.

He is regularly sleeping around 12 hours a night in a row. Which, as I am typing this, means that tomorrow morning he will likely be up at some ungodly hour. But it has certainly been nice getting a full nights sleep again.