First snow..

On Saturday Jack saw is first snow which was also the first one in Charleston in about 10 years. We walked around the neighborhood at about 9:00 PM while it was snowing. The next morning Uncle Clark came over and we built a snowman. After it was finished Jack used Frosty as a tackling dummy and Papa ate the nose. Baker didn't seem impressed with any of these activities.

Mr. Doo

Jack is in the know it all stage and will argue with a rock. You can say he is a real little man and he'll say, "NO! Jack, not a man, Jack is a boy." No amount of explaining will change his mind. It's not a argument we care to win because he is so cute and such a great little guy otherwise. Besides, he might as well win some now because it'll get harder in a few years.

All statements these days are ended by okay. He might say, "Jack want-a go outside, OKAY Mimi, OKAY Mimi, OKAY?" He'll keep saying okay until you say okay or pursue him into another course of action. Let me point out that if you hear something said enough times you'll start saying the same thing....Jack's okays have invaded all our speech patterns, OKAY? OKAY!

Do all kids know more these days? For a three year old Jack does some fairly complex thinking. We don't watch DVDs on school nights so he'll ask the day of the week to see if a little tube time is in order. He is always making jokes like putting Mimi in time-out, calling Papa a purple monkey or telling his mom she is hurting his peanut when she picks him up. He works the deal; it's not enough to get a treat anymore you have to negotiate the amount. Trust me, a half cookie treat doesn't get off the ground around here these days.

Jack likes to be called Scooby-doo. Papa will sometimes calls him Mr. Doo which is against Jack's policy. In a few years when Jack can read this blog Papa will be in trouble.

"Momma Momma look, I pee pee IN the big potty... oh, I pee pee ON the big potty!"

Jack, what is the meaning of life? "Mimi."

Hard day around the house...

When I run, I run fast.

When I play, I play hard.

When I eat, I eat big.

AND

When I stop, I fall asleep.

Our little guy is growing up in a hurry. He's into EVERYTHING these days...turn your back for a nano second and he has open the refrigerator or headed up the stairs.

Aunt Anne stays busy in the afternoons after school running after him, putting him down for a nap and feeding him--aside from pestering Jack eating is his favorite activity. He helps push the highchair out of the kitchen after his meal and picks up choos off the seat to eat while pushing.

His first word was Ma Ma which he repeats a lot when he is playing or otherwise happy. He likes to play with the magnets on the frig, which he takes off and puts back on again and I'm amazed he understands which side will stick.

His hair has a red tint which maybe a little of the Red Irish from Jennifer's Grandmother Baker.

It makes Jack mad when Baker tries to crawl over him on a way to get a toy but no matter the fuss he just lowers his head and bulls his way forward. Papa tells Jack that payback is hell.