Three Lives

A comparison of the early life experiences of Jack, Alyse and Aubrey.

(Make sure and use the scroll at the bottom or you'll miss out on Aubrey's pictures.)

Jack and his mohawk.

Aubrey Reneé Silverthorne

That is my newest niece, Aubrey. She is awesome. Here she is with her cousin Alyse who preceded her by less than two weeks. She too is awesome. Together they are too awesome, and too cute.




**A picture of the cousins three has yet to be taken. I will post it when I can.

Jump Back, Jack.

...he lead the others with a "quack, quack, quack."

This is Jack's new thing: sticking his tongue out. He has been doing it randomly for a while now, but recently he has started sticking his tongue out basically every time he smiles. I think it may be because he just grew a new tooth, which is on the bottom next to his first two. Anyhow, it's pretty cute.

This blog is mainly serving as an update on Jack. He's sticking his tongue out, he just cut a new tooth, he now weighs 17 lbs 6 oz, and is 25 3/4 inches long. He just (and I mean today) started really jumping in his Jumperoo (i'll be posting a video soon.)

We got back the other day from visiting our sweet little niece Alyse ( i love that those words rhyme.) It was neat seeing the two little cousins together-- and seeing Andrea, about to pop with the third little cousin. It was cool because after we left Longview, we stopped in Nacogdoches to see the Gunters, and it was so cute because Andy (now two years old)was making Jack laugh so hard-- harder than I've ever heard him laugh. It got me really excited about seeing Jack with his little cousins when they are old enough to laugh. For some reason babies like to look at other babies. It's almost like Jack felt like he finally had a friend who could understand him.
So yeah, I'm really excited about the three cousins hanging out. And with that, I'll leave you with this picture of Jack trying to figure out what Alyse is all about.

Son, you got a panty on your head.

Having a father like Jeremy, Jack was bound to have a picture taken like this eventually.

Niece Alyse

(I love this picture.)

I'm very proud to have Alyse as my niece, and Jack is very pleased to FINALLY have a cousin. Geez, he's been waiting his whole life for this. The whole four months of his life.

It's fun!!!!

This commercial came on one day while I was cleaning-- and I had to stop what I was doing and hit record (God bless you, Tivo.)

A combination of enthusiastic, and somewhat scary children and random close-ups makes this commercial worthy of YouTube.

I do tube.

TOE NO!!

Well, it happened again. I hit my freakin' toe on my freakin' pantry door! Ouch. Much more painful than before. Bye bye little toenail. I took a picture but it's much too gross for posting.

On a happier note, I get to meet my first niece tomorrow....sweet.

Jack don't roll that way.

As you all know, Jack has become quite the little rollin' baby. I was looking up info on baby development yesterday, and made a shocking discovery. Jack started rolling around 3 1/2 months-- and that is normal, even a little earlier than most babies. The shocking thing is that most babies first learn to roll from tummy to back first-- and then later (maybe five to six months of age)will learn to roll from back to tummy. But that is the only way Jack rolls. Normally I would think this is due to Jack's super baby intelligence, but since he only knows how to roll back to tummy, I think his mind just works differently than most babies...or maybe he just likes being different...or maybe he's just rebellious-- like he only rolls onto his stomach because I put him on his back. Maybe I should try to use a little reverse psychology. Perhaps if I put him on his stomach he'll be like "what? lady, I don't want to be on my stomach!" Anyway, he gets pretty tired when he is on his stomach for too long-- but it's funny because I'll roll him over onto his back and he'll just roll back over to his stomach and start crying. Crazy kid. Anyhow, just wanted to update you all... he's still awesome. Duh.

That's right, woodchuck-chuckers, it's GROUNDHOG DAY!

Not only is today Groundhog Day, but it also marks the one year mark of us finding out we were pregnant.



So here's to you, Jack. And here's to you, Phil.




This is pitiful. A thousand people freezing their butts off, waiting to worship a rat. You know, Groundhog Day used to mean something in this town. They used to pull the hog out and they used to eat it. You're hypocrites. All a ya.

Keep them froggies movin'

Jack shows off his impressive new ability... and also his cute frog outfit.



**As Jeremy pointed out, I am particularly fond of this outfit because of how much it makes Jack look like this little guy:

C-U-T-E

Some pictures of my son for you to enjoy.

"I don't like funerals."

A lot of people say that, but I can't think of a time where it was ever in question.

"So, do you like funerals?"
"Oh yeah! Funerals ROCK!"

Jeremy said he didn't like funerals in a conversation we had the other day. I kind of laughed and said "um, do you know anyone who does?" He was like "oh, right."

"I have an excellent idea. Let's change the subject!!!"

I'm feeling a lot better about my guess at Alyse's birth day. For a while I thought that there was no way she'd be born on February 1st, since Charlotte has seemed so close for so long. Now I'm feeling very, very, very, very, very, very, very optimistic. Oh man, if she has Alyse on the second, I hope she doesn't have a Phil Connors experience. Ouch.

Yes, indeed, he's talkin'.

Well, sort of.

Baby, slow down.

Jack is growing like crazy. He's learning how to do all sorts of things. He's now able to stand for a really long time with just us holding his hands, and that's pretty much just for balance. He has been learning how to roll over. He's been figuring out how to hold things with two hands. I guess he's gotten a lot bigger, but it's hard for me to notice since I'm with him all the time. Anyhow, he's pretty awesome. I plan to post video and pictures soon so don't you worry. Just wanted to post since I haven't blogged about any of his new talents.

I typed that paragraph earlier this morning, and already Jack has rolled over (what I believe to be on-purpose-roll-overs) several times since. Spectacular, spectacular, no words in the vernacular...

...and you too, please.

I love you, please...

There's a hole! There's a hole! There's a hole in the middle of my yard.

A Sprint man rang my doorbell at 8:30 this morning. He says that when they put the water lines in they messed up the phone lines. He points to a spray painted red x on my front lawn and says that he'll need to dig a hole there, but not to worry because it will look just like normal when he finishes-- naturally I imagined a small hole.

At 9:30 I need to go to the mailbox, so I peak out my front window to see if he is still there. At first I don't see him, I just see this bright blue hole digging contraption in my yard. Then I spot him-- his head and shoulders peaking out of a gargantuan hole. He dug a hole big enough to stand in.

I decided that when I went to the mailbox I would snap a shot with my camera phone for you to enjoy.

Vexation, thy name is UPS.

"Don't ya put it in your mouth..."

Oh, sorry. that song kind of sticks.

Where was I? Oh yes. I hate UPS. "HATE 'EM!"

Here's the skinny. Jeremy and I ordered a laptop from Dell. On the UPS website it said that the expected date of arrival was January 11th. So on January 10th, I wasn't expecting it to arrive and went to hang out with Jenna for a few hours(watching this movie). When I came home there was a little yellow sticker on my door saying that UPS had already come. I was a little frustrated about this because I knew Jeremy would want the laptop that day. So I sheepishly called Jeremy and told him the news. "It says they'll be here tomorrow from 2:00-5:00, so I'll make sure and be here then." So, the next day comes and I am running a couple of errands with my mother-in-law-- when we realize "oh, it's almost 2:00. We'd better go back." So we get back to my house at 2:10-- thinking "well, I'm sure he hasn't been here in the past ten minutes." Lo and behold, another yellow sticker on my door.



10:30-2:00 OR 2:00-5:00? Whaaaaaa?

So I'm really mad at myself right now-- thinking "who would have thought he'd be here between 2:00 and 2:10?" I call Jeremy all sheepishly again, apologizing for being 10 minutes late. He's a little frustrated, but not mad. He tries to call UPS to see if he can pick it up when he gets off work. In the meantime, I'm having a sneaking suspicion that UPS got to my house outside the promised time. Here's what I find on their website:

01/11/2006 12:59 P.M. THE RECEIVER WAS NOT AVAILABLE TO SIGN ON THE 2ND DELIVERY ATTEMPT. A 3RD DELIVERY ATTEMPT WILL BE MADE.

You may have noticed that 12:59 is NOT between 2:00 and 5:00.

Ok, so Jeremy lets me know that he isn't going to pick up the package, so I'll need to be at home on Thursday from 10:30-5:00.

I had a couple of things I wanted to pick up for my sister's baby shower that's on Saturday, but I didn't go before 10:30 in case they came early again. My thought process was "well, they came early yesterday, so they'll probably get here sometime around 11:00 or so, and THEN I'll get the stuff for Andrea's shower." So, I wait. I don't stay upstairs in case he doesn't knock, I don't take a shower or play any remotely loud music in case I can't hear him. 10:30....11:30.........2:30........4:30..(they better hurry)..5:00. No UPS. Jeremy gets home around 6:00. Still no UPS. Then at 6:30..."DING-DONG." Jeremy answers the door to find the stupid UPS man in his stupid brown UPS uniform. Jeremy politely signs for the package, and the UPS man doesn't even hand him the package. He just leaves it sitting on the front porch and just walks away. No niceties, no nothin' (a fitting end to this whole ordeal.)

You took a whole day of my life, UPS, and I want it back! "Oh, i probably would have wasted it anyway."

On a happier note, look how awesome my son is:



(I had to neutralize the negativity of this post so you guys would come back.)

And that's the tooth.

It's definitely not surprising, since the boy is already so big, but Jack cut his first two teeth just shy of his 3 month old mark... which is TODAY! (happy 3rd month mark, Jack.) Poor little guy. Watch this video to hear the complaints of a teether.



In other news, Jack is still as awesome as ever. In fact, more awesome! He's been a lot more vocal, he's been kicking more and playing with his hands, a couple of days ago he started making noise with his spit, which is pretty sweet. But I think that my favorite new thing he does is when he hold one fist straight in the air as though he's saying "onward!"



I hope that one day I can catch a picture of him in the rare 2 fist pose, because he looks like he's trying to fly like superman.

Well, I have been eating more.

When Jack was in my tummy, I called him "Jelly Bean", so I bought this shirt. Now that he's here, the shirt seems wrong since he's so huge. I wonder if they have one that says "Mommy's little butterball."

Nah. He'll always be my little jelly bean.

Laughin' Jack

Well, yesterday Jack laughed for the first time-- and thanks to technology and my husband, I'm able to share his 4th and 5th laughs with you. He hasn't gotten really good at it yet, but what he can do is pretty cute. (Don't mind my quacking.)

Silly snowmen. Once they come to life they don't know nothin'.

Baby mine, dry your eyes.

This scene made me cry before I had Jack, so I should probably avoid watching it now.

Jack es muy grande

14 lbs. 14 1/4 oz. & 25 inches long.

It turns out that Jack is in the 95 percentile for both weight and length. This means Jack is bigger than over 95% of babies his age. Andrew's right. He's kicking all the other babies butts. Well, except for that freakish 5%.

Jack had his 2 month appointment today. He had to get 4 shots-- and two of those shots were doubled up with two vaccinations-- so really he had 6 shots. Poor little guy. He cried, I cried, it was all very sad. But the good news is he's got some kickin' bandaids on his chubby little legs (Wile E. Coyote and Daffy Duck.) Also, today was a first for Jack-- he tasted something other than milk! Grape flavored Infant Tylenol. Mmmm! He did really well with it-- didn't spit it out or anything. He just swallowed it and sort of made this face like "what just happened?"

Here's another picture for your viewing pleasure:

What's the perfect gift for anyone on your Christmas list?

A Houston Garden Center gift card!! What? That's what the commercial says.

Well two nights ago, we finally decorated our Christmas tree. That is so unlike me. I'm usually a day-after-Thanksgiving-tree-putter-upper. Not this year. No sir. December 6th. I'm ashamed.

I thought this was kind of neat:






Both Jeremy and Jack's first Christmas ornaments. Neat! I also think it's neat that Jeremy and Jack are a quarter of a century apart.

In other news, I got a new cell phone and Jack outgrew most of his 0-3 month onesies.

Note: I may return my new phone because the camera sucks, and Jack isn't even two months old yet (picture is to show Jacks hugeness.)



And that was taken Thanksgiving weekend. I'm taking him to his two month appointment on Monday, and I'm curious to see if his doctor is shocked by how big he is. I'm sure she won't be, but I keep thinking she's going to think I'm adding steroids to his milk.

Grow, Jack, grow!

My new favorite picture

What's a Jack Butler?

Oh, about 12 an a half pounds.

That's right. Jack has become quite the little chunk. 12 1/2 pounds at 6 weeks.

Today is a big day for Jack-- his first road trip. We'll see how this goes.

Poopin' ain't easy.

Ah, young love.

Can't wait til Christmas

Game, Set, Flush.

Well, the toilet won. I thought my phone would conquer, but I was wrong. If you try and call my phone, I will not answer-- b/c even though I can hear you, you cannot hear me. The good news is I can still send pictures like this one:



Anyhow, I will be using Jeremy's phone until December, which is when I qualify for a free new phone. So if you want to reach me call Jeremy's phone. If you want to reach me, but don't know his number, then call my phone and leave a message. If you don't want to reach me, then bite me.

p.s. I really wanted to come up with some clever variant of the old "calling ralph" line as my subject for this post, but I couldn't think of anything. Oh man, that would have been so clever. Drat. I just wanted to let you all know that I wanted to be clever, and, if you ask me, wanting to be clever is pretty close to being clever.

I hear my baby, I gotta go.

If you don't know Jack, you don't know jack.

Well, as you may have heard, Jeremy and I are the proud parents of this kid.



His name is Jack. He is the best. EVER. (I gotta go ahead and say that he is the best baby now, before my future nieces/nephews arrive, so my brother and sister will still agree with me.) He's is perfect.

Jack's presence is bound to affect my blogging frequency, so I apologize in advance. I even failed to celebrate Hello Please's 2nd birthday, which happened to be the day before Jack's birthday. So, sorry, Hello Please. Anyhow, I'll try to forever continue to blog, but be warned that all future blogs may only consist of me posting pictures of Jack and me saying things like "Jack did the cutest thing..." I know I'm going to be one of those annoying moms who only talks about her kid all the time, but how could I not be with a kid like this. I mean, c'mon! Look at him!!

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place

Here comes my baby, here he comes now.

Doc: "Baby big."

Me: "How big?"

Doc: " 7 1/2 to 8 lbs."

Me: " Oh."

Doc: "Baby needs to come on out."

Me: "When?"

Doc: "Tuesday."

Me: "Oh, ok."


Monday night: inducement. Tuesday: baby.

Please, Lord, don't let my baby look like this.

This little piggy said "shnap, that hurt."

As I was walking behind Jeremy in Bed Bath & Beyond this evening, I stepped when he didn't and BAM. Little toenail to be breaking. I fear it won't be there for too much longer. I ask you, what kind of mother can I be with only 9 toenails?

I am a ticking time bomb

tick, tick, tick, tick, tick...

Jeremy and Amy: Homeowners

Yes, we own a house. Today I went to buy a mailbox for our house. I also bought the little numbers that go on the mailbox. When I got to the checkout, I dropped the numbers (as I usually do these days--whatever I'm holding.) Seeing my condition (being a full-term pregnant woman), and old lady behind me actually offered to pick up the numbers. What's sad is that I was actually relieved and willing to let her pick up the numbers. An old woman! I'm supposed to be picking up HER numbers. I'm still quite happy being pregnant, but the past week I have started feeling quite useless. We've been moving into our house and I can't help move anything, bending over is a ridiculously hard task, and my feet look and feel like they are going to explode at the end of every day. I want the little guy to stay in my belly for at two more weeks so I can get his home ready, but at the same time I want to have my old, functional body back again. Ahhh. That will be nice.

On a stranger note, I saw a chicken in the wal-mart parking lot yesterday morning. You don't believe me? I took a picture b/c I thought you might not believe me.



I also saw a cat in Lowes.

"There are guys in the background of Mary Worth comics that are more important than me."

Nothing says "you're a big loser" than getting your head cut out of a picture. Whoever took this picture found it very important to get Andrea's right knee and left shoe in the picture, but NOOOO, who cares about Amy's head? Not a smile, not a chin. Nothing. Just my lanky 13 year old body. Thanks a lot.

(An 11 year grudge. Nice.)

You'll have to speak up, my phone's in the toilet.

I know that it generally isn't a good idea to talk on the phone while you're in the restroom, but in my defense, I wasn't talking... I was just looking at something on my phone... while I was peeing. Not a crime. I'm sure lots of well respected people have done it before. Don't act like you haven't. (You haven't?! D'oh.) Well, I have-- and for the last time, as of yesterday (well, hopefully the last time.)

I dropped my phone into the toilet. I really wish I had photographic evidence of this for my blog, but, well, my camera phone was in the toilet. What's even more amazing than a grown adult dropping her phone in the toilet is the fact that it still works. I can barely hear it when it rings*, but it still works. You know, Samsung should really use my story as a testimonial to how durable their phones are. I have dropped that phone more times than I can count, and now it has been in the crapper, and it STILL works. Maybe Sprint could even advertise it as the "Pee CS phone." (I kill my head.)

Remember: Think twice before you ask to borrow Amy's cell phone, because you DO know where it has been.

Sorry about the grossness of this blog.

*I can now hear it completely fine when it rings.

God bless you, Yahoo.

So, Yahoo finally listened to me and changed there blasted log in page. Now it is a new face everytime. Now everytime I log into my yahoo account, it's like opening a different present.

YAHOO!!!!

This is why we can't have nice things!

I'm a klutz. I was a klutz pre-pregnancy, but now, nothing is safe.

FeverAll Suppositories:

Poor kid.

The darndest thing

Well, this morning was the first time that I have ever been able to truthfully say "there is a small person inside of my tummy-- and he's hiccuping."

Babies get hiccups inside the womb. Truly bizarre. It seems weird to me that this is possible, what, with all the fluid he's floating around in, but it is indeed true. If you don't believe me, ask my thumpin' belly.

I read something about hiccups the other day that will help all of you relax. When babies get hiccups (inside or outside of the womb), it doesn't bother them! It's not like us-- the ones taking any kind of hiccup advice we can get (stand on your head, pull your ears, wiggle your toes.) No, babies don't hate it like we do. So next time you see a baby hiccuping, follow your instinct and go "Awwwww!" (I would post a picture of a baby hiccuping, but I can't find one.)

Hiccup.

Hiccup.

Hicc..

Can't...blog...reading...

This is indeed a disturbing universe.

Hmm. Are my husand and my brother in love with each other? (Is there hand-holding going on in this picture?)

The kids can call you "HoJu"

The other day I bought this book from Target. It is very strange. There is a portion of this book called: "230 Fun lists." Some of the lists are understandable (ex. "Names that Get Shortened", "Derived from Literature", "Names Teachers Can't Pronounce" and "Names That Spawn Nasty Nicknames"), but some of these lists are just plain out there. I really wanted you guys to be included in the awesomeness that is this book, so I'm including some of the strange/hilarious lists and names. Enjoy.

(Boy, Girl, Boy or Girl)

Names for Vegetarians
Names that are SO Over (sorry, Jason)
Bad-to-the-Bone, Death Row Names: Timothy (McVeigh), Ted (Bundy)...
Nerd/Dork/Wallflower Names : Engelbert, Gomer
Patriotic Names: America, Eagle, Flag, Free, Patriot, Sailor, Salute
Names for the Handsome and Beautiful
Macho Men: Bucko, Butch, Zoom(?)
Make your Baby Popular
World's Strangest Names: Pity, Swell, Zap (ooh, Zap Butler...)
Wimpy Names: Bobo, Brownie, Fuddy
Girlie-Girl Names: Bubbles, Bunny, Cinnamon, Cookie, Princess, Sugar, Deedee ("Deedee! I told you not to touch it!!")
Famous Mob Names
Names That Make You Smile: Bitsie, Boots, Buffalo, Fluffy (hehe, Fluffy), Galaxy, Snooks, Tweetie
Future Truck Drivers: Butch, Joe-Eddy, Flo, Nerline
Future Televangelists
Future Crooked Politicians
Future Mechanics: Rusty, Chubby
Future Mortitians: Stone, Blackie, Dyer, Coffin, Morticia
Names that Make You Feel Weird: Fashion, Vixen, Bloo, Car, Sweetpea, Precious, Delete, Welcome
Scary/Creepy Names: Brick, Bruno, Butcher, Delete, Dweezil, Beatrix (Aaaauugh!!), Nunu, Swoosie
Season/Weather Names: Cloudy, Frosty, Rainbow, Equinox, Typhoon
Hyper Kids: Rambabu, Grasshopper

Small Shoulders

Jeremy and I have received about 8 outfits for the baby already, and I just realized the other day that I had nothing to hang them up with. Then I realized something: I never realized baby hangers existed. BABY HANGERS! They're just like big people hangers except... smaller. I mean, what will they think of next?

Sometimes it is really hard not to end a sentence with a preposition.

Sometimes it is easy to say "soldiers" when you mean to say "shoulders".

Sometimes it is hard not to make your blog pointless.

I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you...

I was reading "The Best of Uncle John's Bathroom Reader" the other day (nevermind where I was,) and I came across a little fact: "Most all boys will grow to be taller than their mothers.*" I never even considered that my son would be taller than me. I mean, when I imagined him being older, I would imagine another version of Jeremy. When I told Jeremy this little fact he said "yeah, i know" real nonchalant like. I was like "um, does that bother you-- that your son might be taller than you?" He said "no! That's why I married you" (insert slanted smiley face here.)

*And yes, I know that this stat doesn't really mean anything to me since "most" husbands are taller than their wives.

Latricia's not here, man.

I received the following phone call the other day:

Telemarketer: "Hi, is Latricia there?"
Me: "This is no longer Latricia's phone number."
Telemarketer: "Can I leave her a message?"
Me: "This is not Latricia's number. I don't even know a Latricia."
Telemarketer: "OK, I'll call back later (hangs up)."
Me: "Latricia doesn't live here!! (I look at the phone wondering what has just happened.)

Thanks for listening, man.

The Butler Name Will Live On...

It is SO a boy!

"Now, let's see if we can't figure out what you are, my little friend"

Today is the big day. We shall find out more specifically what our little Jelly Bean is. We're hoping for a masculine outcome, but if it is a girl, I'll be happy too because- hey, there go all possibilities of naming her Rutler.

Note: That is absolutely the first time I've ever quoted Star Wars (except maybe for a few cleverly annoying JarJar references.) Don't blame Jeremy: blame the Star Wars Kid.

In case you were unable to load the trailer from my last post, here is a different link.

The reason I am so intense about penguins is they are so intensely cute.

Do not feel sad. It is all right. Many things cannot fly.

For many years, I have considered the duck my favorite animal. Ducks are so hilarious to me, what with the waddling and the quacking and the dabbling underwater with their feet sticking out.

However, while Jeremy and I were in Chicago last week, I discovered my new favorite animal.

Exhibit A

En Garde!

I just learned after all these years that when I thought people were saying "on guard!" they were really saying "en garde!" It's not even really that important, you know, because on guard is the English translation of en garde, and in the end they both sound the same.

It's just that I feel so disillusioned.

Oh well.

PJ? I like that! You know I do! Hiss, put it on my luggage.

I like buying men's pajama pants because all of the women's pajama pants are too short for me. The other day I found some pj pants in the guys section that really had no right being there. Cute for a girl and really gay for a boy(see gay color swatch).




I bought them because I liked them, and also because I didn't want a man buying them. Jeremy's probably getting sick of seeing these pants because currently, they are the only pants that are comfortable for me to wear with my new magical expanding stomach. I'm at the the most awkward phase of pregnancy. Not looking pregnant but not being able to fit into my clothes.

"IT STINKS!"

I've been having my first true pregnancy craving. It's really quite unfair that my first craving had to be for a smoothie that I can only get in College Station... at A&M. The next thing I know I'll be craving Dinks in Bartlesville. Mmmmm....Dinks.

D'OH!

Go away.

I'm sicking of seeing this face everytime I log into my Yahoo mail.

The trees are stripped bare of all they wear, What do I care.

Well, tickets for the Houston U2 concert in October went on sale Saturday. The concert is on the 28th, which is two weeks and three days after our baby's due date. Clearly, I cannot go. At first I didn't care. Jeremy and I are going to the Chicago concert in May, so I was pretty happy that I get to go to at least one. The thing is-- Jeremy and I have seat tickets for Chicago, but for Houston, Jeremy wanted to get floor tickets so that he could get up nice and close. Well, on Saturday, Jeremy went to stand in line at Randalls in Spring to try and get tickets, and he had me stay at home and try and get tickets online. Surprisingly enough, we were both able to get general admission tickets for the concert. Completely forgetting that I wasn't gonna get to go, I go so excited that we actually got tickets... and then I realized... oh yeah. So, Jeremy, Andrew, Trent and Jenna get to go instead. I know that by then I'll have a baby and I won't care about the concert as much, but for now I'm a little depressed. Jeremy and I were talking about it and we decided that instead of holding the whole "I was in labor for ____ hours with you!!!" over our kid's head, I will be able to hold the whole "you made me miss a U2 concert!!!" thing over his head. It will be great. Is it healthy that I'm already thinking of ways to make my kid feel guilty? Probably not, but it helps me pass the time.