May contain monkey hair.

I just got back from my Longview/Tyler trip. What should have been a 3 and 1/2 hour drive took me 5 and 1/2 hours. Great fun! To make matters worse, my lips were chapped and burning very badly. I decided that whenever Jack woke up, I would stop and get gas, Lip Medex, and some food. I ended up stopping at a little gas station outside of Lufkin. I went to the counter where a careless looking teenage girl was working.

"Do you guys have Lip Medex, or some sort of lip balm?"

"Um..." looks around behind the counter, "um....." picks up a small box, opens it up, looks at it quizzically, "we have this?"



From where I was standing it looked like it could have been a Burt's Bees product, so I said "Uh, yeah, I guess that's fine." My lips were hurting very badly, and I was in no mood to be picky.

Shortly after leaving I busted out the "balm." It smells a little too much like Icy Hot...ouch.... ouch! ....OUCH!! Must get this off of my lips!!! OH, it burns!!! I quickly grab Jack's blanket, the closest thing to me, and start rubbing like mad, trying to get this mysterious stuff off my lips. I don't know if it's possible, but my lips seemed more chapped than before I used the stuff.

Well, when I got home, I was telling Jeremy this story and showed him the "balm." I was showing him because I found it very amusing that the product had a picture of a monkey holding a peach as an emblem, and the name of the product is "White Monkey Holding Peach Balm." All the writing on the box is what I can only assume is Thai, since it is manufactured by "Monkey Holding Peach Brand Co", which is in Bangkok.

When laughing with Jeremy about this, I realized there were directions folded up inside the box:



I'm an idiot.

"For the relief of minor muscular aches and pains, insect bites, and sprain.... do not apply to irritated skin..."

You win this round, White Monkey Holding Peach!!!

This kid's going places.

He's been trying to figure out how to crawl for a week now-- and here's the first thing he's come up with.

Spherical, but quite pointy at parts.

Jack is 6 months old!

Here are some stats for your reading pleasure:

Weight: 19 lb 3 3/4 oz
Length: 27 inches
Head: 47 1/2 cm
Teeth count: 8

For his weight and length, he has gone down to the 75th percentile... but his head is in the 98th percentile. Jeremy and I got quite a kick out of that. Jeremy and I both have big noggins, so we weren't entirely surprised, but 98th percentile? Impressive. It's pretty weird because right after Jack's appointment, Jeremy and I went home and watched a Scrubs episode where Dr. Cox is comparing his son (also named "Jack") with his friends son, and it's almost creepy what they were talking about seeing as how it was just after our appointment. See for yourself.

Ron: You know, uh, Nathan is actually in the 90th percentile in height.

Dr. Cox: Jack's only in the 85th.

Ron: Aw.

Dr. Cox: Of course, he's in the 99th for head size.

Ron: Congratulations. Your son's the Hamburglar.

Dr. Cox: Head size is directly related to intelligence.

Ron: [Eying Jack uncertainly] Really?

While young Nathan builds a tower with the blocks, Jack sits with the bucket on his head.


I looked over at Jeremy and said "Oh no! Jack's the Hamburglar!" I thought it was funny until Jeremy pointed out that the Hamburglar doesn't particularly have a large head. It's big, but I was thinking he had a hamburger for a head. Does anyone know who the hamburger head was? Anyhow, I suspect that the Scrubs' writers were thinking of the same guy.

When searching for a picture of the hamburger head man, I came across some other McDonalds pictures, and decided to post them.

Parents, don't let this happen to your kid. It starts with this.

What a guy

Toe Jam

How much do I really need my pinky toe? I'm getting so angry with it that I just might cut it off. In the past six months I have stubbed my pinky toe too many times to count, twice resulting in my toenail breaking completely off. Well, just the other night, I stubbed it again. At the time, I thought I may have broken it because it was swollen, turning different colors, and extremely painful for two days, but now it's just bruised and only hurts on occasion, so maybe it's just jammed. (Don't think for a minute that before I blogged about this I didn't think "who cares about my toe?" I did, but after having blogged about it twice before, I just couldn't not inform you. Couldn't not!!!)

I was looking on the internet, trying to find out if the pinky toe is important... and I came across this:

"Does your pinky toe look crooked? Does it curl under-neath your other toes? Is there a nasty-looking corn on your pinky toe? Does it hurt when you wear shoes? Is your pinky toe keeping you from wearing the kind of shoes you love? If any of these answers are "Yes" then the Pinky Toe Tuck may be just the procedure for you."

Interesting stuff!!

In other news, last night was Jack's first night in his room. He's been in our room since he was born. You may laugh when you hear that I cried a little when I left him. Laugh... but, you would cry to if it happened to you.

And now I'm going to leave you with a picture of Jack and his great grandfather, "so our meeting here could have a little focus." Also, this weekend "someone" gave me a hard time about not posting enough pictures of Jack.



So there!

"Why am I so big... and you're so small?"

Today Jack experienced his first visit to College Station. He got to meet duplies and eat at bird (indirectly, of course).

The cutest part of the day was seeing Jack next to Chloe (Jenna's best friend's dog). Chloe is part chihuahua, part rat terrier-- the smallest dog I'v ever seen. When I got Jack to go to sleep, I realized that Chloe was also asleep, so I put them together, and what have you got?