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.