tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259727036237254432024-03-05T04:23:07.275-05:00Just Jack (and William)!A mom's blog about her two little boys...BostonPRMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07863308122718464192noreply@blogger.comBlogger501125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425972703623725443.post-31304889514607217502011-08-10T13:47:00.000-04:002011-08-10T13:47:07.263-04:00Speed Racer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRN-RK0TyS2WtgQ4H5eyS8EO2xW6udPbl7VAact9cym3McF3NcjPp21Y__oAjNM_dpljgTiwS_mYFpsOJQf_9Ag27G2pM5s5vlvkqhH-uRdufWMxi2AbzXvnJxD7DwpTsZe65hbe0ZXiRY/s1600/william+on+atv.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRN-RK0TyS2WtgQ4H5eyS8EO2xW6udPbl7VAact9cym3McF3NcjPp21Y__oAjNM_dpljgTiwS_mYFpsOJQf_9Ag27G2pM5s5vlvkqhH-uRdufWMxi2AbzXvnJxD7DwpTsZe65hbe0ZXiRY/s320/william+on+atv.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>William and his first try on the little ATV. Jack is just dying to get his little brother in the passenger seat of his Gator. I'm thinking it will be awhile before that happens.<br />
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I personally like how William makes sure his wooby/binky/pacifier is securely in place before moving.<br />
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BostonPRMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07863308122718464192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425972703623725443.post-22831297773839118602011-08-05T20:28:00.005-04:002011-08-05T20:35:23.132-04:00First Week of Camp!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp0gBAVTaBt7qpJQSJCG5kZrah_dTD9EKrv6fbsSkUyQx9j5wFZZbbzYCVgR-LM5hgboM6bEeHW7KJysKFkxFd_y59Af6BMkkNcvE0cSS8PgZMBw9FHPAEDdT-DCw54oehM8gY_ASkOpmU/s1600/thumbs+up.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp0gBAVTaBt7qpJQSJCG5kZrah_dTD9EKrv6fbsSkUyQx9j5wFZZbbzYCVgR-LM5hgboM6bEeHW7KJysKFkxFd_y59Af6BMkkNcvE0cSS8PgZMBw9FHPAEDdT-DCw54oehM8gY_ASkOpmU/s320/thumbs+up.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637534546710973970" border="0" /></a><br />Since January, Jack has been home with William and the nanny (Miss Justine). It's been great to not have to drag him out of the house each day and be in daycare for up to 9 or 10 hours. But what it's also done is make Jack long to be with kids his own age. That makes sense, since he was ten weeks old he was in some type of daycare situation - he's a people person after all!<br /><br />In the Fall he will be starting preschool at a Montessori school here in Foxboro, but before that gets underway he's also been attending half day camp at the YMCA (the same place he went as an infant for daycare). They run a kiddie camp program geared for kids his age. One of the best things about the camp is that he's in the same group as two of his buddies - Nick and Jordan. Every morning when we drop him off he is excited to go and get his day started. Before when we brought him to daycare he would cry and cling onto our legs... at camp he can barely stop to give us a kiss and a hug! He also really loves to wear his backpack.<br /><br />It's also nice for William - who now gets more one-on-one attention (at least until 1!).<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqUm5sVQjS3gHtZGnD8BPj5bkJN0kxhTyPocnvQ042mGFUsh3I2NarGOHQU2bC8KpRnicY_V0gogFDzWUYSUWiZOne9MLsNwaIKDIM7XdMT9zq13C9pD9Fo2NnD-HEeROYhd6ikajWI2JU/s1600/three+buddies.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqUm5sVQjS3gHtZGnD8BPj5bkJN0kxhTyPocnvQ042mGFUsh3I2NarGOHQU2bC8KpRnicY_V0gogFDzWUYSUWiZOne9MLsNwaIKDIM7XdMT9zq13C9pD9Fo2NnD-HEeROYhd6ikajWI2JU/s320/three+buddies.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637534546428939058" border="0" /></a>BostonPRMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07863308122718464192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425972703623725443.post-67505461513146946802011-08-04T14:52:00.004-04:002011-08-04T15:13:17.713-04:00William is almost 1!!!Can you believe William is almost 1 year old already? That seemed to go much faster with him versus with Jack. Stephen and I are almost old pros at this parenting thing now. Despite the fact that he (amazingly) does not sleep through the night yet (even though he weighs 23.5 pounds) he is a wonderful little baby... full of smiles and laughs. He truly thinks anything his big brother does is the most hysterical thing he's seen in his life.<br /><br />Yesterday William got his first haircut! Yes, at just 10 months he needed a haircut. He never lost his "baby hair" so it was getting a bit unruly on the top and in the back. He also has about 4 million cowlicks... so trying to get his hair to lie flat down the road should be interesting.<br /><br />Before:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA7p1GFH1r-IerEgoQ8tN6pncn2c_vV5idHriurJMX119UIgwoJSw3KQpETkolXGzXLqgiLGaO8r1XZk_y9ZVqq6DhM3auNjNbF6Qvgh23PdvMv6cfCR4TYfwKSadddQXdFRCmg8RgZQtb/s1600/IMAG0579.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA7p1GFH1r-IerEgoQ8tN6pncn2c_vV5idHriurJMX119UIgwoJSw3KQpETkolXGzXLqgiLGaO8r1XZk_y9ZVqq6DhM3auNjNbF6Qvgh23PdvMv6cfCR4TYfwKSadddQXdFRCmg8RgZQtb/s320/IMAG0579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637077508083923714" border="0" /></a><br /><br />During:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVqDr8UKypuUucHWip1vK1v_yyb3PjZBw7pO-v8icHm36OXLhbvaWKErbUF60qIpUVQ6lWTY7LDfCskO2Dicrue4G2yCvCmjLCQI2qgYKLfQY9Egvm0WyOMTZmoYW1-7M1vx8TrCkQwiMo/s1600/william+3.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVqDr8UKypuUucHWip1vK1v_yyb3PjZBw7pO-v8icHm36OXLhbvaWKErbUF60qIpUVQ6lWTY7LDfCskO2Dicrue4G2yCvCmjLCQI2qgYKLfQY9Egvm0WyOMTZmoYW1-7M1vx8TrCkQwiMo/s320/william+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637079291980778434" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After:<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbSGEUrxdITlscmoFTjBMSwG5U4C1QLmWOD9ThjT7Mw0LW0tqCR_aP4VzfEUR82EpfhNunKr2ApLIn2Hntmhw-p3n9_fiL-L-sVhH_S-Oamq_WtoL6LprMvhA6euBHj4ySvVmWG1qzS-iY/s1600/william+2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbSGEUrxdITlscmoFTjBMSwG5U4C1QLmWOD9ThjT7Mw0LW0tqCR_aP4VzfEUR82EpfhNunKr2ApLIn2Hntmhw-p3n9_fiL-L-sVhH_S-Oamq_WtoL6LprMvhA6euBHj4ySvVmWG1qzS-iY/s320/william+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637079286305851074" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>All with a little plastic spoon in his mouth... he didn't cry once! He actually found it all quite interesting.BostonPRMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07863308122718464192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425972703623725443.post-75322468164089114272010-09-21T16:22:00.003-04:002010-09-21T17:18:04.058-04:00Jack meets William Arthur for the first time...<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzM-pMfY2Qv-EKhl2nWuy5YjXp-qnBAVXS2DZazLJtEMpJWpaZuuhkci39_oXtiIvaD7x6HqzIDJZ2_LRHO2Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />Jack came to the hospital yesterday afternoon to meet his new brother William Arthur for the very first time. Since the little guy was up in the NICU - getting observed for some minor breathing issues - he met him up there. As you can see Jack was very excited (and proud) to meet his brother for the first time ever.BostonPRMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07863308122718464192noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425972703623725443.post-6808526139984416742010-09-09T12:16:00.003-04:002010-09-09T12:25:11.884-04:00Summer is over...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFtdneTgyxX07OV90W8Bb23oBaJh5HCdWyF24FZTXX1hWhIRCyedCVDaE52VhEvvhLJewytfxOwbWm09zG6S3S2de4Kh7g44NUGqNjKCx2-d-G74a9GLeoszsXqg38qFbhvDdeYOfsqk31/s1600/family+%231.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFtdneTgyxX07OV90W8Bb23oBaJh5HCdWyF24FZTXX1hWhIRCyedCVDaE52VhEvvhLJewytfxOwbWm09zG6S3S2de4Kh7g44NUGqNjKCx2-d-G74a9GLeoszsXqg38qFbhvDdeYOfsqk31/s320/family+%231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514949901311513442" border="0" /></a><br />Well, the summer is over - even though I am wearing white jeans today (my only excuse is that I have pretty much 5 pairs of pants that fit me right now and - white happens to be 40% of them). We had a busy summer- hot weather (ick!) - but Jack really progressed in swimming. He now jumps in and goes completely underwater without abandon and usually yells "To infinity and beyond!" It's quite funny.<br /><br />He is also completely obsessed with being Superman. It's starting to become an issue. You see, a few months ago I bought him these cute Superman jammies at TJ Maxx - they came with a cape - how could I resist? He now insists on wearing them EVERY night. And when it comes to getting them off him in the morning to get dressed for school - it's a total nightmare. As a parent you feel super guilty taking his jammies off while he yells "but I want to fight the bad guys!" Oh Jack... you'll always be our little "Supterman!"<br /><br />On the "Baby Cookie" front - I'm now 34.5 weeks pregnant... and routinely get comments from people that I look like I'm going to pop. Umm... thanks. That's just what every pregnant woman wants to hear. Trying to devise a plan for when I do eventually go into labor - and we have to have someone lined up to take care of Jack. We have options... we just need to lay out all the scenarios based on timing. I'm convinced this labor will go quickly (not 12 hours like the last one!) so I need to have a good plan. Shoot - that reminds me, I also have to pack the hospital bag. Stephen is wrapping up the boys' new room - it looks spectacular. I'll post pictures as soon as it's camera-ready.BostonPRMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07863308122718464192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425972703623725443.post-90029562788517915742010-05-29T18:46:00.002-04:002010-05-29T18:54:17.954-04:00First day at the pool this summer!Went to the pool in the neighborhood today. Of course we waited until it was cloudy and sorta raining before we actually got there. The water (even in the little pool) was pretty cold. Jack clearly didn't mind. I didn't go in ... it's bad enough that I'm wearing a maternity bathing suit - I'm not going to be tortured by cold water as well. Here is a quick video Stephen took of Jack rolling around (please do not look at me).<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyVCqmg8gOKgJaP4ldURWzqGM_KOdBqdXM3CTCZK5xzBgySPjfOWs3bsqLCi8Pq9sOQsq35NyT5mYD26_Ugyg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />And here he is after... shivering like a little penguin.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxZk7OOA0cZQUD0iJxtYSGygUy-MN-3q8yzRZN0-4oXoCUQd48aWZOfiqt-vaP7b_SWbC13pVS_Vn8y4oMl0w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />We're going back tomorrow - hopefully when the sun is shining. Happy Memorial Day weekend everyone!BostonPRMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07863308122718464192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425972703623725443.post-54811928035843171792010-05-24T15:35:00.004-04:002010-05-24T15:43:20.764-04:00Jack at the beach<input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzbJzAgLyH_gJuqfEP3bD0MQX-vvZPQIPH7urvtaGLr61WQbb0yW1_bSoJjcmYDKa3ou5R_w6ewLCnjNTLhiQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Not the most thrilling video - but it does showcase Jack's dedication to digging in the sand :)<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>BostonPRMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07863308122718464192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425972703623725443.post-22679394117573382010-05-23T14:05:00.005-04:002010-05-23T14:13:57.137-04:00Touch a Truck DayIt was touch a truck day again here in Foxborough. That's where the town and local businesses bring out big trucks, buses, cranes and emergency vehicles and let the kids crawl all over them. Always a hit with the under 12 crowd. Today we went with Owen and Ethan who happen to live across the street from where the event was being held.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6woSIYGewwEF-gP-xVbnlxn_RG_ULaA3xGiRt3tx9PLLDzvXyP3L45f9M0aEtAwHx_dP0go2udevYJ62MhLspjjvqoUUub_CuHzbKdE_n_p1ikf5WDK-tKxs7-5rDMQVBpVRorsajsbGS/s1600/IMG00075-20100523-1012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6woSIYGewwEF-gP-xVbnlxn_RG_ULaA3xGiRt3tx9PLLDzvXyP3L45f9M0aEtAwHx_dP0go2udevYJ62MhLspjjvqoUUub_CuHzbKdE_n_p1ikf5WDK-tKxs7-5rDMQVBpVRorsajsbGS/s320/IMG00075-20100523-1012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474528806196210562" border="0" /></a><br />Oh no - here's what Jack looks like in the back of a police car!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEmwfXIzR9C_tN0y7aoXEeNS_NDsgyDDn83GegvDbb0YcATkCG7a_cvEUnIe_m0X2xf1xHtpiegp2zUpf8U18moL2KFbxWYgchpHFsrGnuyTpsb0fxxmjPrbNAy99WYlY2e_9aq5vxv_h5/s1600/IMG00083-20100523-1020.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEmwfXIzR9C_tN0y7aoXEeNS_NDsgyDDn83GegvDbb0YcATkCG7a_cvEUnIe_m0X2xf1xHtpiegp2zUpf8U18moL2KFbxWYgchpHFsrGnuyTpsb0fxxmjPrbNAy99WYlY2e_9aq5vxv_h5/s320/IMG00083-20100523-1020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474528583879103570" border="0" /></a><br />Say cheese you crazy truck lover!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFVgXjxbjZmNv6IsVF-JDecdswuVRnAHE7Pfw8jtjDdMgXEy07ykgP_exfN16z1Do_8xlIluXYgzNtqY_mvA2eIw2hG3CJMB4f2L5-M9U8EzC6Wbnz0zvV1yz6LFRoXRTfkq6WbKzTGU_/s1600/IMG00081-20100523-1017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFVgXjxbjZmNv6IsVF-JDecdswuVRnAHE7Pfw8jtjDdMgXEy07ykgP_exfN16z1Do_8xlIluXYgzNtqY_mvA2eIw2hG3CJMB4f2L5-M9U8EzC6Wbnz0zvV1yz6LFRoXRTfkq6WbKzTGU_/s320/IMG00081-20100523-1017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474528577944033186" border="0" /></a><br />And then we got to try out a digger of some sort...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS-h-wyqNwTN_oIgk62Fz_LJJG6uURRMErJ0tyFqdyU8RC-Izd0WfOcKM_Kukeetzy7vO8KyfDfjEKRf0bMEJ00Kt5b0y7w_RAlExwglSZW5x0ucl0l5SnXgOy2_htGIJnaQ46UsoAcuuT/s1600/IMG00086-20100523-1024.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS-h-wyqNwTN_oIgk62Fz_LJJG6uURRMErJ0tyFqdyU8RC-Izd0WfOcKM_Kukeetzy7vO8KyfDfjEKRf0bMEJ00Kt5b0y7w_RAlExwglSZW5x0ucl0l5SnXgOy2_htGIJnaQ46UsoAcuuT/s320/IMG00086-20100523-1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474529551772294050" border="0" /></a>The horn blowing got to be a little much - so we took off for the playground to play with a million different kids. Of course we ended up bumping into Ryan (from next door) and Abby, Jordan and Jake from daycare... the kids were all sweating and running and having fun. Fortunately they were "fenced in" (soccer field) so we just let them loose. Fun!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>BostonPRMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07863308122718464192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425972703623725443.post-53720283413268572362010-05-22T15:40:00.003-04:002010-05-22T15:47:25.350-04:00Life's a Beach!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit3XpjPIDCs3t1mEUuMMHkrerQovKqK7cu68821Xo_nh1L6RjXdTJSPpxzvgp883UnCP7ZHI5MTOkiuzZ7PZ70rBHI9dEQrX7F4U022IcJoIL2JU3FeW3Up2_OB3s19AcTw2YmgqH2qeZh/s1600/IMG00065-20100522-1015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit3XpjPIDCs3t1mEUuMMHkrerQovKqK7cu68821Xo_nh1L6RjXdTJSPpxzvgp883UnCP7ZHI5MTOkiuzZ7PZ70rBHI9dEQrX7F4U022IcJoIL2JU3FeW3Up2_OB3s19AcTw2YmgqH2qeZh/s320/IMG00065-20100522-1015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474181810433465410" border="0" /></a>When Stephen is traveling I try to be more creative or ambitious in my weekend plans with Jack. It can just get really old being at home with him for two whole days with nothing fun to break it up. I mean going to Stop & Shop and Target is fun for me... not so much for him though.<br /><br />This morning we got up bright and early and I thought it looked like a good beach day. While Jack ate his morning bacon and watched Wow Wow Wubbzy, I did some research on good beaches to take Jack to that were within an hours drive. We settled on Duxbury Beach (45 mins away) and headed out around 8:30. We got there and the parking area was closed (opens next week for Memorial Day) but we chanced it and parked on the road and hiked over the dunes to the beach. At first Jack was freaked out about sand - but I told him that if he didn't like sand it was going to make for a quick trip to the beach. I convinced him that the fun of throwing rocks and collecting shells would far outweigh the feeling of sand on his feet. And I was right. We threw rocks, collected broken shells (he held them to his ear and said he could hear the ocean), chased sea gulls, pet dogs, built a cruddy sand castle... and of course had to pee on the beach. Fortunately we were literally the only ones there so letting it all hang out right on the beach wasn't an issue!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwGFKH2o2PwlUssuHZY7AkCyIfSnIppxhkstD8eEfb-WLfjJbk4WwtgU8xDLPS_V2cOK001DcQbK-mEEAq3RFqMrLbP2N4boEVfvPDG2Qb0Zz8_njb3EkNs1ZkngoDtqn3NrFCt5anFsgM/s1600/IMG00067-20100522-1016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwGFKH2o2PwlUssuHZY7AkCyIfSnIppxhkstD8eEfb-WLfjJbk4WwtgU8xDLPS_V2cOK001DcQbK-mEEAq3RFqMrLbP2N4boEVfvPDG2Qb0Zz8_njb3EkNs1ZkngoDtqn3NrFCt5anFsgM/s320/IMG00067-20100522-1016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474181807163330658" border="0" /></a>We stayed for just over an hour and then headed home... it's now 3:45 and he still hasn't taken a nap yet (I of course am dying to take a snooze!). Hoping he goes to bed early tonight and I can catch up on my shows on the DVR!<br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>BostonPRMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07863308122718464192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425972703623725443.post-7595023907806207252010-05-02T21:14:00.002-04:002010-05-02T21:22:03.549-04:00Is this how he sees us?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJZv-D_9gxAkPXEe07PWOxi8SUEI7dZkOyYTxOhfz-G5lLJB_VcGqrYvmgj0t7Uzy7qewjArmodCtTlfmrbOQrL60tNj_I4Rqc2_xCSX9D3cM8VGCJgpD1gr-ohxckuL2Lh-ZCwENjlJdW/s1600/IMG00364-20100408-0842.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJZv-D_9gxAkPXEe07PWOxi8SUEI7dZkOyYTxOhfz-G5lLJB_VcGqrYvmgj0t7Uzy7qewjArmodCtTlfmrbOQrL60tNj_I4Rqc2_xCSX9D3cM8VGCJgpD1gr-ohxckuL2Lh-ZCwENjlJdW/s320/IMG00364-20100408-0842.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466846698826351122" border="0" /></a>This is one of Jack's art projects from school. In April they "studied" family - so clearly this is how Jack sees Stephen and myself. Fortunately my eyes are on straight - can't say that much for Stephen.BostonPRMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07863308122718464192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425972703623725443.post-58553998922950997842010-04-30T21:16:00.003-04:002010-04-30T21:20:37.932-04:00My Super Hero!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGdSt4VehDoRbUxCOH2YzlRiYjMcwl7vxORbkBfwsGPpezAhjOaN-vYn5RH0TDU3S0V4C8hxItu7kOv6dR-3tWfj4BSQMvoy30TV5bijHM-509Q8CcU3X5sFQr2Y_zeksEJSghd06wvt0F/s1600/superman.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGdSt4VehDoRbUxCOH2YzlRiYjMcwl7vxORbkBfwsGPpezAhjOaN-vYn5RH0TDU3S0V4C8hxItu7kOv6dR-3tWfj4BSQMvoy30TV5bijHM-509Q8CcU3X5sFQr2Y_zeksEJSghd06wvt0F/s320/superman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466104576343662146" border="0" /></a>Jack has a thing for Superman - likes to pretend he is him and insisted on a Superman cake for his birthday (we saved the head). Today when I was at TJ Maxx I found these Superman jammies and couldn't pass them up (especially since they were only $10) - I mean come on - it has a cape!<br /><br />We told Jack if he ate his dinner (wagon wheel pasta and won ton soup) he could get a surprise at bed time. Jack ate fairly well and earned the surprise. He was very excited when he just saw the front of the jammies - and his face positively lit up when he saw the cape. It was then time for a dance party on our bed while he checked out his cape. My little super hero :)BostonPRMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07863308122718464192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425972703623725443.post-60021774509552856322010-04-28T09:31:00.002-04:002010-04-28T09:38:01.726-04:00Awww...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6LNppUl7KopWlUiyVcDC3yUXyzIUjGU-G2inrgejgms9aNMUCRMgsFEiKfns-R2zLU5KB3wGbhh8IbBI0jEHdBi8xZ99krYP7LibdItWzxObAsFJXe2yfnovNSqiMv5GD9vy8VL7fWVop/s1600/Giants+Fan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6LNppUl7KopWlUiyVcDC3yUXyzIUjGU-G2inrgejgms9aNMUCRMgsFEiKfns-R2zLU5KB3wGbhh8IbBI0jEHdBi8xZ99krYP7LibdItWzxObAsFJXe2yfnovNSqiMv5GD9vy8VL7fWVop/s320/Giants+Fan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465180611402467090" border="0" /></a>Look how big Jack is getting. His belly has finally gone away and his chunky legs have turned into skinny little boy legs. His favorite thing to say to Stephen and me is, "I do it all by myself." Right now we're just a bout potty trained - working on a few poop issues - which I hear is normal. He stays dry for naps and about 90% of most nights. So it looks like we're getting a 6 month reprieve on buying diapers before #2 makes it way down the chute.<br /><br />We find out on May 17th if it's a boy or a girl. Today I'm guessing it is a boy... but that changes every day. At the doctor yesterday I heard the heartbeat and it was right at 140 bpm - which is gender neutral. I guess a faster heartbeat typically means girl and a slower heartbeat means boy. I've been craving all the same foods I did when I was pregnant with Jack (fruit, bagels, etc) but I'm also much more tired and nauseated. I could blame the tiredness on the fact that this time around we have an independent 3-year old to contend with... not sure about the general malaise though.<br /><br />Looks like we're going to have an awesome weekend weather-wise. Sunny and in the 80s. Hoping to get the bulk of our outdoor work accomplished - like the mulch. I get a free pass from any heavy lifting - woo hoo!BostonPRMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07863308122718464192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425972703623725443.post-78418084704700071842010-04-12T18:17:00.002-04:002010-04-12T18:22:39.350-04:00Birthday Dance Party!Today Jack turned 3 years old! Can you believe how fast it has gone? Stephen and I certainly can't. This morning Jack was showing us some of his famous dance moves - fortunately I caught some on video. Enjoy!<br /><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxeOICCiHaEPnkpxtLG_a0xC3rvFDxmNU55hBAqbn_G3LOJZLIeOKKaQuKa30xyvgmM2Ak2_RmjFfdChFJP1g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>BostonPRMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07863308122718464192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425972703623725443.post-63055166161161876582010-03-24T15:48:00.002-04:002010-03-24T15:55:29.641-04:00Rock Stars!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhuuCriwRpnGnrz6ikylDFi2apC5iTyIWdVP94gFsSuq5ouf_40d90Y1I3ee9Bl3X7zE0NgMzrzqYfjIbWlWnHbu1ldRlb4uqe0TLwfEo8KK7DsSwqQ7Hh33DMAW6WKsbJnWHDohnNvDmw/s1600/IMG00325-20100321-1341.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhuuCriwRpnGnrz6ikylDFi2apC5iTyIWdVP94gFsSuq5ouf_40d90Y1I3ee9Bl3X7zE0NgMzrzqYfjIbWlWnHbu1ldRlb4uqe0TLwfEo8KK7DsSwqQ7Hh33DMAW6WKsbJnWHDohnNvDmw/s320/IMG00325-20100321-1341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452289870770895090" border="0" /></a>BostonPRMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07863308122718464192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425972703623725443.post-85370705723529809722010-02-02T15:55:00.001-05:002010-02-02T15:55:13.790-05:00Waiting for Santa...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgErskv7oawjBKGMsJZJtSd-MLIU3SKr4lXL5Uic4GStReDUcfWZecSbNxjuKOrjVsCJGL1f1SIzLOi1VESXOU4Lnn_B7YRqzgZnVyJyIX6hjxrmjn4G4uxUaMe85BsfcJiQWJxDUNOU_ee/s1600-h/jack+and+the+cookies.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgErskv7oawjBKGMsJZJtSd-MLIU3SKr4lXL5Uic4GStReDUcfWZecSbNxjuKOrjVsCJGL1f1SIzLOi1VESXOU4Lnn_B7YRqzgZnVyJyIX6hjxrmjn4G4uxUaMe85BsfcJiQWJxDUNOU_ee/s320/jack+and+the+cookies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433752261365088162" border="0" /></a>BostonPRMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07863308122718464192noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425972703623725443.post-22309633936255436022010-02-02T15:53:00.001-05:002010-02-02T15:54:59.625-05:00Look at me!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihyUu8qv_rTWw3oKoAPzShiCmL5FAoofhwdgvBIgb-XIA6pmePnfnKVZCviz4eHaLkk4zurCGRK_GFXiCNshxaMJM6_-PLuXBb5Y_ksht8WXGqeYWB7OImuGfmcvgHrJRnBoaxANO01e-L/s1600-h/jack+the+monkey.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihyUu8qv_rTWw3oKoAPzShiCmL5FAoofhwdgvBIgb-XIA6pmePnfnKVZCviz4eHaLkk4zurCGRK_GFXiCNshxaMJM6_-PLuXBb5Y_ksht8WXGqeYWB7OImuGfmcvgHrJRnBoaxANO01e-L/s320/jack+the+monkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433752267249214018" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgErskv7oawjBKGMsJZJtSd-MLIU3SKr4lXL5Uic4GStReDUcfWZecSbNxjuKOrjVsCJGL1f1SIzLOi1VESXOU4Lnn_B7YRqzgZnVyJyIX6hjxrmjn4G4uxUaMe85BsfcJiQWJxDUNOU_ee/s1600-h/jack+and+the+cookies.jpg"><br /></a>BostonPRMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07863308122718464192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425972703623725443.post-9794730951067943682009-12-20T15:24:00.004-05:002009-12-20T15:37:39.965-05:00SNOWMAGEDDON!Not really. I just like saying that. We probably have just over a foot of snow here in Foxboro. As soon as Jack woke up this morning he wanted to go outside. I managed to hold him off until about Noon. When Stephen headed out to snow blow the driveway, Jack and I started to suit up. It took us at least 30 minutes to get all of our layers on... from long underwear to turtlenecks to snow pants - we were sweating by the time we walked outside.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwO_T4o_Df2Xlo_def-K5GB14xq8mRhNLrlFX6lE_-azfsKOVQku2AJFlxrUsDezjktj9c8W3Z3oAQPdqkZ_stIPsT7rN94K2ofyZGMIM8z-VC35mmutYp-6lOQVR-NcRI4QaUMBBfJTxt/s1600-h/12.20.09+008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwO_T4o_Df2Xlo_def-K5GB14xq8mRhNLrlFX6lE_-azfsKOVQku2AJFlxrUsDezjktj9c8W3Z3oAQPdqkZ_stIPsT7rN94K2ofyZGMIM8z-VC35mmutYp-6lOQVR-NcRI4QaUMBBfJTxt/s320/12.20.09+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417417944970322418" border="0" /></a>Look - my car fit in the garage!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiakOOlbJU9fCHcp3h0JpCqmFuzHJtXc6cB095uUi2z7ejzeZT3DHd_-RzaSUjhsWeXNEfHnwjU6PCF0xZV4yF3yL7CGMHRO8Ps59oM8cpgZdVg1tlUIvQhMdVXhcPUTPJr6_FG0d_jeCi-/s1600-h/12.20.09+012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiakOOlbJU9fCHcp3h0JpCqmFuzHJtXc6cB095uUi2z7ejzeZT3DHd_-RzaSUjhsWeXNEfHnwjU6PCF0xZV4yF3yL7CGMHRO8Ps59oM8cpgZdVg1tlUIvQhMdVXhcPUTPJr6_FG0d_jeCi-/s320/12.20.09+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417417941150449986" border="0" /></a>Helping Dad shovel snow makes Jack happy...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR_8TOqUnyRQpz-OgN0GW7iqvw9CWvEjOgxjkK6LDp3Vz4TX-r4J18kZv9p_4cj2m0kcOGkJlCGi7pgWyQ9fgWr1Fb3HmIoPNPkEka1x1tPB1kco9LGiKb7YQ5ZwKDNHmR6Sm0lpyGbV8W/s1600-h/12.20.09+013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR_8TOqUnyRQpz-OgN0GW7iqvw9CWvEjOgxjkK6LDp3Vz4TX-r4J18kZv9p_4cj2m0kcOGkJlCGi7pgWyQ9fgWr1Fb3HmIoPNPkEka1x1tPB1kco9LGiKb7YQ5ZwKDNHmR6Sm0lpyGbV8W/s320/12.20.09+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417417937162325090" border="0" /></a><br />Here is a shot of Stephen and our neighbor Tom doing a snow plow parade. At least that's what Jack thought so he started hooting and hollering his appreciation.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZwzqbMBgzjBlQX7Vxc-U3yWxdsNRMmTHyYED7JbGq-bDxzhVsNlGZ0QXdQ4TjstZeTGc3hQgHIGK4b9uDk_py-30Yubc32keNm1Ysm95VkQjG-A9snzHCCSMpmTXGY588F5RXq78aDJI2/s1600-h/12.20.09+017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZwzqbMBgzjBlQX7Vxc-U3yWxdsNRMmTHyYED7JbGq-bDxzhVsNlGZ0QXdQ4TjstZeTGc3hQgHIGK4b9uDk_py-30Yubc32keNm1Ysm95VkQjG-A9snzHCCSMpmTXGY588F5RXq78aDJI2/s320/12.20.09+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417418507619014930" border="0" /></a>And yes, I let Jack eat the snow...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRpRJ9EjtsrV5Ho3vWgTQVMk8XiWO4sNjYDRjO1h_TGrZ_F77iGuoXwMMLzh32UdUiJoLTCbYkcpr3CzWDFBSrC9a3HMkNMP-sigrAedQZ-b8ATtF_MSSCZmalddoaSZ1sPAVwVjtjL1bJ/s1600-h/12.20.09+019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRpRJ9EjtsrV5Ho3vWgTQVMk8XiWO4sNjYDRjO1h_TGrZ_F77iGuoXwMMLzh32UdUiJoLTCbYkcpr3CzWDFBSrC9a3HMkNMP-sigrAedQZ-b8ATtF_MSSCZmalddoaSZ1sPAVwVjtjL1bJ/s320/12.20.09+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417418513005566738" border="0" /></a><br />So of course yesterday we went to the grocery store and Home Depot in anticipation of being snowed in today. While we were at the Depot... one of the workers decided to give the little guy his own official orange apron. That man has no idea how happy he made Jack! Now he looks very professional when he works at his tool bench in the family room.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgepUwg3uWlJneOupUjnymqswp2mCjOf43AuF2qvqGS-piv65qtdmeNR4uSvQuNzfkA4PLxWDXIisAvkUy6nYiIJfQBdAUctbNEJQttp6-jE8gjcnePj9orAy6-CnmxghmK-UzeFfgz7WEB/s1600-h/12.20.09+006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgepUwg3uWlJneOupUjnymqswp2mCjOf43AuF2qvqGS-piv65qtdmeNR4uSvQuNzfkA4PLxWDXIisAvkUy6nYiIJfQBdAUctbNEJQttp6-jE8gjcnePj9orAy6-CnmxghmK-UzeFfgz7WEB/s320/12.20.09+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417417931013699362" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFHHUjQtOVYtE6kFCeVlJOAl_2RkxfA1_22qla4usN1nrGrjzmbnHY5_9jjO9sM8EAvob4GSy46UvkHrDUIQGB1EiLDf1eHYFn4HcQHp3xQtYHO-ng_h41tvNXwsCiut-_ISsqrQ4xP0fg/s1600-h/12.20.09+001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFHHUjQtOVYtE6kFCeVlJOAl_2RkxfA1_22qla4usN1nrGrjzmbnHY5_9jjO9sM8EAvob4GSy46UvkHrDUIQGB1EiLDf1eHYFn4HcQHp3xQtYHO-ng_h41tvNXwsCiut-_ISsqrQ4xP0fg/s320/12.20.09+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417417927235098674" border="0" /></a>BostonPRMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07863308122718464192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425972703623725443.post-81493277753896120192009-12-12T21:20:00.004-05:002009-12-12T21:32:50.193-05:00Another Birthday PartySeems the majority of Jack's friends from school were born in December. Today we went to Jordan's 3rd birthday party at Gymboree (not the store, the play place). Jack always has a good time running, jumping and acting like a crazy little man. It's also great for him to get all of his energy out - especially since it's been too cold to play outside lately. Besides your typical pushing and shoving, Jack had a great time.<br /><br />He really liked jumping...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpKYMfP04j4Q3YPuxQQQu83b1BXYdfbM0TEWP2oUeITdvpVAdE4AR69b3DjUP1oUcp4Ni_NhR5DX2T4DTeKrJym4XQh-oZvcYXfLLRyLVtx_P9aTxuAgapgT2WDAgHT79sOawhhmqeqZ1V/s1600-h/12.12.09+006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpKYMfP04j4Q3YPuxQQQu83b1BXYdfbM0TEWP2oUeITdvpVAdE4AR69b3DjUP1oUcp4Ni_NhR5DX2T4DTeKrJym4XQh-oZvcYXfLLRyLVtx_P9aTxuAgapgT2WDAgHT79sOawhhmqeqZ1V/s320/12.12.09+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414541850530336210" border="0" /></a>And popping bubbles...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih9P1sx7_xHPkZRobrcGwki_T5j9Xq9rQlV-6DI7nXmuOWvdQ-xfx13JCd-32yShlf55KFr2h6uS27H23liSaDT3m_i6F7p_Q9hJl3zKt-EqUr-d0KbdOANAF_GsbLMKF2WainWmSpmA7B/s1600-h/12.12.09+007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih9P1sx7_xHPkZRobrcGwki_T5j9Xq9rQlV-6DI7nXmuOWvdQ-xfx13JCd-32yShlf55KFr2h6uS27H23liSaDT3m_i6F7p_Q9hJl3zKt-EqUr-d0KbdOANAF_GsbLMKF2WainWmSpmA7B/s320/12.12.09+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414541845386257026" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGnpEVelQs0GjzfxhG9ye036D-0_lF0t1fbmekY3nvUOFMUH1BFEKzEdaoMQWy7ZP2yoXc5wu6Qjls7Jv_kCPBbFou7gwgXr2AAHgWvgyPlfQC32JxML2jDNcVJS3IH-rrJYqAQvw01JRB/s1600-h/12.12.09+021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGnpEVelQs0GjzfxhG9ye036D-0_lF0t1fbmekY3nvUOFMUH1BFEKzEdaoMQWy7ZP2yoXc5wu6Qjls7Jv_kCPBbFou7gwgXr2AAHgWvgyPlfQC32JxML2jDNcVJS3IH-rrJYqAQvw01JRB/s320/12.12.09+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414542592099125778" border="0" /></a>After playing for an hour... it was cake time. On the left is Abby... on the right is Madison.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbimlgfUWjFCrjfQHSi0Z-vJuzq2J5_OBPOTFFsdQ0GCq2eLlcqLfIW2ulr2UCZIUzCHYCFGwn9sCKvA1Ric3gdQ00PsFq9_EHlj6Dimo2dkM7-KY9FWFFZxVR3JWdPLrI0Dt_HOjc_VKP/s1600-h/12.12.09+034.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbimlgfUWjFCrjfQHSi0Z-vJuzq2J5_OBPOTFFsdQ0GCq2eLlcqLfIW2ulr2UCZIUzCHYCFGwn9sCKvA1Ric3gdQ00PsFq9_EHlj6Dimo2dkM7-KY9FWFFZxVR3JWdPLrI0Dt_HOjc_VKP/s320/12.12.09+034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414541831888521474" border="0" /></a>And this picture was taken right before Jack stood up and blew out the candles on the cake before the birthday boy could! The parents all thought it was funny, Jordan of course burst into tears.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTJGVOR-6xLpOhFbHfdZiT7qBzKRzBy-d44MYrOy-pH6gHEs1_RXHgIJIezF_eukoMglVD-PMiNiRSN1OLrA3xuCjNIYJSNjbRB3P1MIPXnPWOPDh5AahH5lwEUSwzYsokATPnobbf7P5w/s1600-h/12.12.09+037.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTJGVOR-6xLpOhFbHfdZiT7qBzKRzBy-d44MYrOy-pH6gHEs1_RXHgIJIezF_eukoMglVD-PMiNiRSN1OLrA3xuCjNIYJSNjbRB3P1MIPXnPWOPDh5AahH5lwEUSwzYsokATPnobbf7P5w/s320/12.12.09+037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414541823302883330" border="0" /></a>BostonPRMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07863308122718464192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425972703623725443.post-20604131128971156612009-12-06T22:40:00.003-05:002009-12-06T22:43:36.389-05:00Our Tree!<span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguEgGQgAvvvord22E2heDxETFf9sE2vGoIdsITd8oUOSXYbwdPqI-hyjW4f4lxyEyNTvi5YvgUmhcO71Zg4GrEUPj9ByqR8-YtZbsmmsO109PHB6Qdw_uj0rselkbwzC18htUjgHQ0oWIq/s1600-h/IMG00150-20091206-1902.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguEgGQgAvvvord22E2heDxETFf9sE2vGoIdsITd8oUOSXYbwdPqI-hyjW4f4lxyEyNTvi5YvgUmhcO71Zg4GrEUPj9ByqR8-YtZbsmmsO109PHB6Qdw_uj0rselkbwzC18htUjgHQ0oWIq/s320/IMG00150-20091206-1902.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412334423017727634" border="0" /></a>We put up our tree this weekend... Jack is absolutely infatuated with Christmas lights, so he's super happy he now has some in his own house. Jack helped decorate - and put the majority of the ornaments all on one branchBostonPRMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07863308122718464192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425972703623725443.post-42181410619215486042009-12-06T22:23:00.004-05:002009-12-06T22:38:50.992-05:00Birthday PartyToday, after Jack shoveled the driveway, I took him to his friend Madison's 3rd birthday party. They go to school in Foxboro together. Jack was the only little boy to go - too cute - so he got a lot of attention from the moms (for whatever reason). There were some older kids there (not pictured) but they were all related to Madison... so they were all awkward and wanted to play video games.<br /><br />Below we have Jack, Abby, Madison and Analise.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVS1v03-Xg-dfYum2mrLfCxRzNmZ7Ls9bt3ZB-5QvPbJos9osG_TyR_Ijwcxo1UNVxYCX49N5XpJA1-1ujEbvRYfPiDyO5OA34-pkyeW9lThGxlSUS0pIJ7QiYqVMTAg7gn6O0C14eu5eF/s1600-h/12.06.09+036.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVS1v03-Xg-dfYum2mrLfCxRzNmZ7Ls9bt3ZB-5QvPbJos9osG_TyR_Ijwcxo1UNVxYCX49N5XpJA1-1ujEbvRYfPiDyO5OA34-pkyeW9lThGxlSUS0pIJ7QiYqVMTAg7gn6O0C14eu5eF/s320/12.06.09+036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412330739745230402" border="0" /></a>They had pizza... drink boxes...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgX3VHVQB_z6FQtNvurZt9oOhlssDP2pMRq2NYJVYxS_cKCsLtcOZRh5AVSKoIygttin8IwboBCQ2smTfdtCaTl3-hPyFfzy_hUQahVFeUHqU9iYNBvUV5yTgjQ6sJiE3_qUiYLdIxKE3h/s1600-h/12.06.09+037.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgX3VHVQB_z6FQtNvurZt9oOhlssDP2pMRq2NYJVYxS_cKCsLtcOZRh5AVSKoIygttin8IwboBCQ2smTfdtCaTl3-hPyFfzy_hUQahVFeUHqU9iYNBvUV5yTgjQ6sJiE3_qUiYLdIxKE3h/s320/12.06.09+037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412330745663842946" border="0" /></a>and a Curious George cake with ice cream! The kids couldn't keep their hands out of the frosting. I'm pretty sure Madison touched every piece of that cake before it was served.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsHoTcy7HtpQp5xptSIS7fsVFuwx9AZdGfAS1NtcgW23ul85EoAI1Ry2TiwtDzKBKjCmmJcfb971oxb7hIS68xfG0_8OBKzjJSGNxxFVMYohEgoiZoOTxF_QZ_ZfFBBRfIwsXPtdkVRluh/s1600-h/12.06.09+034.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsHoTcy7HtpQp5xptSIS7fsVFuwx9AZdGfAS1NtcgW23ul85EoAI1Ry2TiwtDzKBKjCmmJcfb971oxb7hIS68xfG0_8OBKzjJSGNxxFVMYohEgoiZoOTxF_QZ_ZfFBBRfIwsXPtdkVRluh/s320/12.06.09+034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412330730967426786" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGeJmcIzaNy4TPeNakMML8cohif56uGblRQB-YdX-XHXm6_Ll0vGC0MGvlot9u9esVCtX__BAy9Ig50MKaCQULbuMn9WuKY8y79I2KSrDtiViEy4QW_jZwU8G1aRdvOjoLlFTlwvbXEf-n/s1600-h/12.06.09+048.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGeJmcIzaNy4TPeNakMML8cohif56uGblRQB-YdX-XHXm6_Ll0vGC0MGvlot9u9esVCtX__BAy9Ig50MKaCQULbuMn9WuKY8y79I2KSrDtiViEy4QW_jZwU8G1aRdvOjoLlFTlwvbXEf-n/s320/12.06.09+048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412330752901150274" border="0" /></a>Here's Jack digging in...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6P0yyNJt1Q7Dg2Kkj-KDVcLcEuw3cjPLTQfedFi3oAR7oOzKydpxr6LCfKTn9ApzRoBAU0G4gJADVymPdKXuKGo3z0ADg4BtiH0YAKC27oDOezsJTx2iouk0NtYPNRwo0EdGbM_2p3UMQ/s1600-h/12.06.09+044.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6P0yyNJt1Q7Dg2Kkj-KDVcLcEuw3cjPLTQfedFi3oAR7oOzKydpxr6LCfKTn9ApzRoBAU0G4gJADVymPdKXuKGo3z0ADg4BtiH0YAKC27oDOezsJTx2iouk0NtYPNRwo0EdGbM_2p3UMQ/s320/12.06.09+044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412330756319445650" border="0" /></a>They played some games - like limbo and pin the tail on the donkey (which Jack apparently has a natural talent for) and then it was time to hit the road. We were already 2 hours past nap time...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwssnx34DRfo42qeEkHgo_km5AsYNo3ABHTIgmxnNsoCy4nEJSToN8FyRnl8xRbH247pjuVLS4X3ybkQ8YZEg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>BostonPRMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07863308122718464192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425972703623725443.post-33872569800873473182009-12-06T22:13:00.004-05:002009-12-06T22:23:03.767-05:00Yeah! Snow!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeVwjuIzyPEPrGQxhoEffSt_967dnnlRCPbs8f1WzbchzErMUuZwaGwfc8xV-okf5wtJuiZRYX9hV7EDQM-4ep2ZwaNMOzZa42P9pWJGEoCn6RpPKwYjcAhXQv4RumJ2LLo4bt8KxkDLyy/s1600-h/12.06.09+027.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeVwjuIzyPEPrGQxhoEffSt_967dnnlRCPbs8f1WzbchzErMUuZwaGwfc8xV-okf5wtJuiZRYX9hV7EDQM-4ep2ZwaNMOzZa42P9pWJGEoCn6RpPKwYjcAhXQv4RumJ2LLo4bt8KxkDLyy/s320/12.06.09+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412328765889504114" border="0" /></a>Finally we got some snow here in New England. I mean on Thursday it was 70 degrees... and today it was 32 and snowing. Gotta love it... well actually I don't love it, but Jack does. As I've said in the past - I think Jack is half penguin. The kid would spend all day outside if either of his parents could withstand the temperatures. Today I drew the long straw and got to stay inside while Stephen took Jack sledding (with Tom and Ryan) and then cleared off the cars and driveway. I kept coming out to ask if Jack wanted to come in and he would just say "in a minute" or "almost." After 2 hours outside I dragged him in - all wet - and made him eat some lunch.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1jIG9HtHEkhs-cJtKQsjyfLCqGnrSTPeVno8l9zyWWAeTxcNiAwIJeuDhyphenhyphenNErscKnBcu521bD3ZolKZ7uOAIs0Vr2Bp5fOcazt4Lx6_5VVSUZpwY9LcqdH9_K4EpqN-5C0tUINXDePqxG/s1600-h/12.06.09+018.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1jIG9HtHEkhs-cJtKQsjyfLCqGnrSTPeVno8l9zyWWAeTxcNiAwIJeuDhyphenhyphenNErscKnBcu521bD3ZolKZ7uOAIs0Vr2Bp5fOcazt4Lx6_5VVSUZpwY9LcqdH9_K4EpqN-5C0tUINXDePqxG/s320/12.06.09+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412328756884888114" border="0" /></a>BostonPRMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07863308122718464192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425972703623725443.post-30369982350721928002009-11-22T15:00:00.003-05:002009-11-22T15:19:07.458-05:00Weekend RecapLast night we had the McHugo foursome over for dinner. Matt and Maria have 2 boys - Owen who is 3 and Ethan who is 1. We hadn't seen them in a while for whatever reason so it was nice to finally get together. The boys enjoyed playing with each other - running around, playing with the toy vacuum and using the tool bench. We decided to feed them first (spaghetti and meatballs) so that when the parents ate - we could actually just concentrate on eating instead of getting food into a kid's mouth. Our plan worked. While we ate - the boys watched Max & Ruby.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDFJV28SW-fj6gDbuuCUCWP4f-lqqq5EtxlCEpRo6VjRtViVqQhA4b6NTNgL_FZVRkUQ6DmJBPnZr3EFlqfutbneXRIMNjfYwJO27AdJJVGa8tfnw7_FV9eTOZBbGsRCiypDLuY3Tp7IY3/s1600/11.22.09+003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDFJV28SW-fj6gDbuuCUCWP4f-lqqq5EtxlCEpRo6VjRtViVqQhA4b6NTNgL_FZVRkUQ6DmJBPnZr3EFlqfutbneXRIMNjfYwJO27AdJJVGa8tfnw7_FV9eTOZBbGsRCiypDLuY3Tp7IY3/s320/11.22.09+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407021383025150098" border="0" /></a>Ethan liked Jack's booster seat so much he carried it into the family room to use as a chair... too bad he's facing the wall ;)<br /><br />The boys played until about 8... 20 minutes after they left Jack passed out cold. I love those kind of nights.<br /><br />Today Stephen's plan was to clean out the garage and put up some shelves out there as well. Since Jack always likes to help Dad with any projects - and can make them take 10x longer than normal - I decided to take Jack out for a while. We first went to Dunkin Donuts because I wanted coffee (it was kind of brisk this morning) and then we headed to a playground over by Jack's school. This playground also happens to be across the street from Matt & Maria's house. Since we ended up there, I texted Maria that she should come over... while we waited... Jack hung around... literally:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6W8g8Dw8wEvApYCb1W6efaV3S3dlhlf1EKOBwmVWYtkPtyU-DK84cfbAZIrY3WQT2r2XRyZ3onMMqgQqiJTCWI4AizURMdr4Et8QmiZOVvsx4clVgm9YImJQyrYzGSOpTSe0qIX0Kyjwy/s1600/11.22.09+016.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6W8g8Dw8wEvApYCb1W6efaV3S3dlhlf1EKOBwmVWYtkPtyU-DK84cfbAZIrY3WQT2r2XRyZ3onMMqgQqiJTCWI4AizURMdr4Et8QmiZOVvsx4clVgm9YImJQyrYzGSOpTSe0qIX0Kyjwy/s320/11.22.09+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407021377059616258" border="0" /></a>He's a really good "hanger." I might want to get him in some gymnastics classes down the road. Here is Jack crossing the wobbly bridge - with a chocolate munchkin in his right hand.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-a8hPlMqRz4TVaN2J7MzBRAs7zD2PTba6qYtXw0f-QIjYzuqTXJNFYqEU2AOPF77SCyZLRIb3KCprGWU6TTqoXiC2hwmxmisqMdFGY1U8KJawzKwB9TSSwfbWbpUYq8uNbQCVaEppUZf2/s1600/11.22.09+019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-a8hPlMqRz4TVaN2J7MzBRAs7zD2PTba6qYtXw0f-QIjYzuqTXJNFYqEU2AOPF77SCyZLRIb3KCprGWU6TTqoXiC2hwmxmisqMdFGY1U8KJawzKwB9TSSwfbWbpUYq8uNbQCVaEppUZf2/s320/11.22.09+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407021371353390354" border="0" /></a>Then Maria and Owen came over - while Matt stayed home with the napping Ethan. The boys got all of their energy out by chasing each other. Eventually they started throwing rocks - because that is what boys do!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4dG-b3AbdLgEf9kn60UdG8_JkmGFhR8TWDryYXllv_O6Xod7ysLgiKNLES1lgDxNwPbIuiMLYmye6Y4tE-QBQlcOgWXMrR4T80VdzoOe1G3V31qrzC1q0d2N2Md1S46mBsyhX3-WuY5sQ/s1600/11.22.09+030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4dG-b3AbdLgEf9kn60UdG8_JkmGFhR8TWDryYXllv_O6Xod7ysLgiKNLES1lgDxNwPbIuiMLYmye6Y4tE-QBQlcOgWXMrR4T80VdzoOe1G3V31qrzC1q0d2N2Md1S46mBsyhX3-WuY5sQ/s320/11.22.09+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407021367075177874" border="0" /></a>A glimpse into the future - Jack and Owen trying to bust into a locked field. Little future vandals on our hands... After I took this picture, Jack wedged himself in between the gate and the post. I had to yank him out - what if he got in? I would have had to jump the fence (which is 8 feet high) and chase him down.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3pa3zP4eqL-UV6TpGuMGURJGXt0sq-s9PeetvYhspTOERf2i5bToSj_TTsj49CiDJSM3LteqHjEQVZnh4DkssB32MhJhbhTL-4GzOW3NE-RL8V1sqy2dhnLbJUUGjzqT_7FVR1DAtjZ1F/s1600/11.22.09+033.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3pa3zP4eqL-UV6TpGuMGURJGXt0sq-s9PeetvYhspTOERf2i5bToSj_TTsj49CiDJSM3LteqHjEQVZnh4DkssB32MhJhbhTL-4GzOW3NE-RL8V1sqy2dhnLbJUUGjzqT_7FVR1DAtjZ1F/s320/11.22.09+033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407021364623710754" border="0" /></a>It was then lunch time so we parted ways, but not before balancing on a log, picking up some sticks and contemplating jumping in a massive puddle. Jack came home to have a nice bowl of mac and cheese... and then a long nap. Short week of work ahead... it's almost Turkey Day!BostonPRMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07863308122718464192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425972703623725443.post-68397154758592709362009-11-19T22:02:00.003-05:002009-11-19T22:18:37.247-05:00Crazy Kid<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUu47lDDc9bOBbiPtvLkhN0Dj8kAeT0TVfzCIECl7UqlrLDxRlrEeGBoe_91c_YeEXykzv6Z4xy3ZVPwvgbi4Dp1GunqX44oNLYdcq_iXsW2I8kvl1igEklv5Lzcx5sCDFIMU9c8NbbE-h/s1600/november+010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUu47lDDc9bOBbiPtvLkhN0Dj8kAeT0TVfzCIECl7UqlrLDxRlrEeGBoe_91c_YeEXykzv6Z4xy3ZVPwvgbi4Dp1GunqX44oNLYdcq_iXsW2I8kvl1igEklv5Lzcx5sCDFIMU9c8NbbE-h/s320/november+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406019752006467426" border="0" /></a>Jack is officially a crazy kid these days. Three examples to share with you tonight:<br />1. While jumping like a wild monkey in his crib, he smashed his lip down on the bar... biting a nice chunk out of his tongue. Yes, it bled like crazy - I think that was the part he liked the best.<br />2. I just checked on him - he has taken all his clothes off. Thankfully he's left his diaper on. I'll be redressing him soon.<br />3. He locked himself in the guest room and peed on the floor.<br /><br />This 3rd example needs a little more explaining.<br /><br />So, I was hanging out with Jack in my room like we normally do - watching our friend Dora on television. For some reason, out of the blue, Jack tosses his sippy cup of juice right at me! This earned Jack a "time out." Now, when we are upstairs, time out is served in the wing chair in the guest room. He had just gotten out of the bath so he was still naked... and he marched into the other room ready to do his "time out." Well he got mad a me for following him so he slammed the door in my face and locked the door. Yes, he turned the little thingy and locked the door!<br /><br />I quickly went above the door jamb and got the tool that unlocks the door from the outside. Thinking it was something I just jammed in the hole and pushed... turns out that is not the kind of lock we have on the doors. I tried for a few minutes to unlock the door, meanwhile pleading with Jack to unlock the door. He started to get upset, saying he couldn't unlock it and he had to go potty. Oh boy. I called Stephen in panic (he was out to dinner with some former colleagues) asking him what to do. He explained how the tool worked - but I just couldn't get it to work. I thought I would run next door to get Tom - but they were away. I was stuck. Jack was stuck.<br /><br />I ended up running downstairs and getting a screwdriver - the plan? To take the door handle off and get in the room that way. So I unscrewed the knob and the part on the inside of the room fell to the floor. Jack and I could finally see each other - I kept explaining that Mommy was going to help him and he'd be out soon. He just kept saying he was scared and had to go potty. I finally got the door open after taking off the handle... when I walked into the room there was a pile of pillows on the rug. Yes, Jack had peed on the floor and then tried to cover it up (is that normal?). I just ran in and hugged him so tight, I wanted to make him feel safe... and not be worried any longer.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWTDpAm1exA6oc_Tq9ruOduIIYQFK6JBtbl0bgwXO5F_ecBLxk0tN_A9E2xYTp2TisS0Ufu5qyH-GlKDkCAFFhCI2HpSf7GsXm2eHZQcQpS1yDGjLPuPOMrQ2NGBzSkhJ3idFCcIDPfOIl/s1600/november+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWTDpAm1exA6oc_Tq9ruOduIIYQFK6JBtbl0bgwXO5F_ecBLxk0tN_A9E2xYTp2TisS0Ufu5qyH-GlKDkCAFFhCI2HpSf7GsXm2eHZQcQpS1yDGjLPuPOMrQ2NGBzSkhJ3idFCcIDPfOIl/s320/november+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406019745726657474" border="0" /></a>Jack recovered by watching the Backyardigans... while I recovered by cleaning the rug.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAHd7ayQzht3bO0S3jrgm9igJs5pw433VgJwN1jBMIH2ZnvGdHuzsPNmbo3W6XAFaDCtUqMZ_TTGjRZ_6nx-pRTp8eB5o3aftLI0ply3MIX_xnGoTSuyJssxuicE5rVOxFiB56BY2u0K2x/s1600/jack.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAHd7ayQzht3bO0S3jrgm9igJs5pw433VgJwN1jBMIH2ZnvGdHuzsPNmbo3W6XAFaDCtUqMZ_TTGjRZ_6nx-pRTp8eB5o3aftLI0ply3MIX_xnGoTSuyJssxuicE5rVOxFiB56BY2u0K2x/s320/jack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406019749679747074" border="0" /></a>BostonPRMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07863308122718464192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425972703623725443.post-57449332756713272372009-11-14T09:59:00.003-05:002009-11-14T12:49:46.985-05:00In his own words...Here is Jack... in his own words:<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyeSzmDoKhsGO8nTPhxnt9JWc1XVKm7lh6HByrHPVgv2EVwr-GUWRUCw-BlahjDD6ujfmQyLmwjkXjKbDq-uw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>BostonPRMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07863308122718464192noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-425972703623725443.post-68762974654083197202009-11-11T21:05:00.005-05:002009-11-11T21:15:45.774-05:00"All by myself"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9KZ_zhpOk4mVuOHTU2uy04POz6dInV9tKWqP6Q0h-F_DBhgxVac-sZPBsH6L58pA66PA16I1cM4WqvY5aGFsPDd7qTuVBmmH17sJaKe5nAHnsSx78MIfkomANSwitFt_Fqwc2IoQxOeyl/s1600-h/kiddies+derek+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9KZ_zhpOk4mVuOHTU2uy04POz6dInV9tKWqP6Q0h-F_DBhgxVac-sZPBsH6L58pA66PA16I1cM4WqvY5aGFsPDd7qTuVBmmH17sJaKe5nAHnsSx78MIfkomANSwitFt_Fqwc2IoQxOeyl/s320/kiddies+derek+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403034926721547666" border="0" /></a>That's Jack's newest and very well used line. He says it all the time to Stephen and me. For example, last night when we were eating dinner, Jack decided it was time to go #2. He got up from his chair and told us that he was going upstairs to the potty to make the poo poo come out and he was going all by himself. He instructed us to keep eating dinner. Umm... okay. I trailed him up the stairs and watched him go into his bathroom and shut the door. I asked if he might need my help with his pants. He said "nope." About one minute later he yelled down for me to help him with his pants. So I helped him take off his pants and diaper... and offered to help him up on the potty. Yep, you guessed it - he said he was going to do it by himself. And he did. He squirmed up onto the Elmo potty and told me to go eat dinner. So I shut the door behind me and went downstairs.<br /><br />About five minutes later he yelled down that "he did it!" and that he wanted to show us the fruits of his labor. Stephen and I indulged his request and ran upstairs to check out Jack's deposit. It was a big one - and there was one more thing. Jack tried to wipe himself. Umm... ick. He did a good job trying but needs to refine some of his skills before we let him do this on his own. A little soap, a little water and voila - we had a very proud two and a half year old come back down for a little dinner.BostonPRMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07863308122718464192noreply@blogger.com0