Jack's new hair-d'oh!

I can't believe today was the first time I utilized the gas station located right next to our apartment complex. I was in the middle of cooking and I realized that I didn't have any milk. Well, I had already realized I was out of milk, but I suddenly realized that I needed milk for the meal I was preparing. So, I grabbed Jack and walked over to the gas station. I made it there and back in about five minutes. Pretty sweet. One thing this experience has taught me is that it's quite a feat to carry Jack in one arm and a gallon of milk in the other, whilst walking up two flights of stairs. Quite a work out for my arms. Anyhow, the point of this paragraph was to let you know this: there is a gas station close to our apartment. What's that? I'm boring you? Well you're boring me!

(I meant to post this before that last video)
Jeremy and I decided it was about time for Jack to get a haircut. But how do you cut the hair of a 9 month old baby? Answer: I don't know. We figured scissors were out of the question, since that boy jerks his head around like a little bird. So we thought we'd try using the clippers. We decided to use the second shortest guard, because it seemed appropriate for a baby-sized head. We should have known this was wrong though, because even though Jack is a baby, his head is certainly not baby-sized. To make a long unfortunate story short, we didn't realize this mistake in time, and now Jack's hair is much shorter than we wanted it to be. I almost cried. We have video of this taking place, but it's much too traumatic for me to post. Maybe someday... but I doubt it.

Before this happened, Jeremy said that with Jack's hair combed he looked like Calvin (of 'And Hobbes' fame). Mainly, the difference between the unkempt and combed looks. But Jack's butchered hair look reminded him even more of butchered hair Calvin. See?





In other news, yesterday marked Jack's first trip into a swimming pool. He didn't like it at first until he realized it was splashable.





I have one more picture to post. It's one of my new favorites.

Door goes open, door goes shut.

Presenting Jack's new obsession with doors:

Jack on the box.

Just so you all don't think I'm really slow at unpacking, I'd like to clarify that this video is from the day the movers came. I'm just slow at YouTubing.

It's weird because it seems like Jack has already grown a lot since this video. He's definitely gotten a lot better at moving around and standing against things, like the couch. He often times will hold on with one hand, which leads me to believe that steps are not too far away. I actually let go of him today to see if he could balance freestanding and he did for several seconds. He seemed pretty pleased with himself. But I don't have a video of that, ok? I just have this video. Be happy with what you got.

Please don't kill me, freaky Jason.

Drew posted this picture a long time ago, I think, but I wanted to remind everyone just how scary Jeremy can't be. Can. I meant can.

Put a wet rag on that kid's head.

I was just uploading some pictures to put on Flickr, and I wanted to blog a few of them.

Here are some pictures of Jack after a rare 2 hour nap. He's got some seriously kickin' sleep hair.




And here's a pretty sweet picture of Jeremy playing with Jack on his lunch break. (Jeremy's not Jack's.)



Also, here is a picture of the sunset that was taken from our balcony.

You're not the peanut you once were.

A couple of comparisons for you.









Slow down, why don't ya.

My dignity, sir.

This has definitely been one of Henri's most humiliating moments. Apparently the movers see him as nothing more than a piece of furniture or a box. As if holding people's keys and wallets isn't degrading enough, the movers have to go ahead and put one of these stickers on his head. It's preposterous! He's not even holding his tray, for crying out loud. I haven't yet found it amidst the sea of boxes. But when I do, you better believe I'll return Henri to his full glory.

Well, 1 down, 6 to go.

Have you ever wondered where birds' ears are located?

Here's your answer.

...I find a little fella who's cute and yella and chubby...

Dude, Jack's new rubber ducky is sweet! (That's one of the reasons I had a baby is so that I can buy cute ducks like this and pretend they are for my son.)

Whatever, he's awesome and that's all you need to know.

(Jack's awesome too.)
(Duh.)

Just close your sleepy little eyeballs.

Here are some pictures of Jeremy, Jenna and Jack napping in our blank apartment. The movers should be here Monday so we'll be able to make the apartment not-so-blank. You'll see that we had to use Jeremy's Cardinals shirt as a make-shift blanket for Jack because his blankets were at the hotel.

Notice how small Jack's room is (the room in which Jeremy is laying.)

Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy.

This is Jack's first encounter with a balloon*.

Can anyone help me? What song is playing in the background of this video? I think I know, but Jeremy disagrees with me.




*Balloons are not toys.

Naked babies, runnin' around Wal-Mart...

Well we're here. In Colorado. It's pretty strange. We are living in a hotel right now because it's gonna take a week for the movers to get here with our stuff. It's difficult taking care of Jack in a hotel because of naps and things, but it will be over in a week.

This town is surprisingly ugly. The towns surrounding it are very pretty and green, but Brighton.. not so much. It's just a dinky little town.



I took this picture from our hotel window, but it's zoomed in quite a bit.

Here are a few Brighton tidbits for you:

There are there a lot of hicks!
There are a couple of weird roundabouts.
We've discovered a good hamburger place called Good Times. It's pretty delicious.

I don't really have anything else to report on this town, but I'll keep you updated.

In Jack news, he's still awesome! I offer some pictures as proof.






I'm sure you are confused by that last picture. No, Jack has not learned how to chew and blow bubble gum. That's just me blowing a bubble and putting it up to his mouth. Tricky, no? The reason for me blowing bubble gum in Jack's face was to make him laugh. I hope to you tube a video of him laughing at my bubble blowing soon. He thinks it's hilarious.

I guess that's all for now.

Lame post, I know, but I don't care. Jack pictures make everything better.

Such Sweet Sorrow

Well, it's time. Time for me to shake off the dust of this one-horse town... oh wait... I'm GOING to a one-horse town. My mistake.

I'm tired and have a lot to do but before I leave I wanted to make my last Texas post (for a while anyway). If I had more time I would go on and on about how awesome Texas is and how of course we will come back after a couple of years because it's just that awesome and I will never have Colorado loyalty, and if I have my next child in Colorado, I will LIE to him/her and say that he/she was indeed born in TEXAS. Yes I would say all that but I don't have time!! Must go!! Must pack!! No time for dilly- dallying!!

Anyhow, I don't want to get all mushy, so I'll let the Muppets do it for me.

Amy from Texas, out.


Muppets Saying Goodbye - Click here for more blooper videos

"Looky what he can do!"

Jack decided that just climbing around our downstairs wasn't enough. The other day, on his own accord, Jack crawled to the stairs and started going up. This video shows his third attempt at climbing the stairs, and it saddens me because of how much more impressive his second try was. I was behind him and he didn't even have a toy enticing him...just the thrill of adventure, I suppose. I followed him up to the landing and then he decided on his own that he wanted to go to the top. It's nice knowing that we are moving so we don't have to worry about him climbing up those stairs. Kind of scary.



You may be confused that we are still in our house. Yes, I am too. I'm sure Jeremy will tell us all about it soon, so I won't bother with it here. Suffice it to say that due to some seriously half-assed HR work, he won't be starting for several days... but I don't talk about that.

Hope you enjoyed Jack's impressive new ability.

G'night!

Jack be nimble...

Here's a video to show you how much better Jack has gotten at crawling.

What a stand up guy.

Emotionally edited

You already know this, but I'll type it anyway so this post can have a little focus.

We're moving. To Colorado. Jeremy got a job there and starts on June 1st. This week will be extremely crazy, so I wanted to take a moment to blog in case I can't before we leave.

Jack is crawling around like crazy. He has learned how to pull himself up into standing position.



This means it's gotten really hard to get him to go to sleep, because he'll just stand in his crib crying. It's really sad. Last night and today he fell asleep in this position when he finally gave up:



I guess all the video will have to wait because I just don't have time to post it.

I will leave you with a few pictures.

Jack from our trip to Crystal Beach:



(this picture reminded me of an album cover really badly, but I couldn't think which one. Fortunately Jeremy knew what I was talking about.)

Here's our first family picture since right after Jack was born:



Andrea and Aubrey are visiting us now. Here are some pretty cute pictures of the two cousins beating each other up:





That's all for now. There's a lot to be said about the moving situation, but I'm not much on emotional blogging.

So excuse me while I kiss the sky.

Looks just like me

Because of a certain bossy reader, I have decided to post a video.

The other day we were at Kick's-- and he has one of those mirror sliding door closets in his apartment and Jack was having a lot of fun looking at himself in the mirror . We wanted to get Jack to reenact this, but he was much too interested in the camera. Observe.

Beware the lethal Jack bite

Ok, so maybe not "lethal", but definitely painful. Here's a picture of Jack about to take a bite outta his dad's leg. The bad thing about him having so many teeth at such an early age is that he doesn't yet understand "no!" Anyhow, it's pretty terrifying, so watch out.

Today Jack is 7 months old! And to mark his 7 month mark, he started pulling himself up onto his knees if he's in his bed or something. If you hold your hand out he can grab it and pull himself up into a standing position. It's neat watching him grow up and learn how to do things. He seems to get really excited when he learns new things... and who could blame him? I'm sure it was annoying not being able to move around-- now he's able to go places and climb over things. Pretty neat.

Well, Jack is about to go to the beach for the first time, so stay tuned for some really sweet pictures.

My cup runneth over.

Jack bleeds Cardinal red.

I don't know about this, Daddy.




Jack got all decked out in his Cardinals outfit, only to be told he couldn't go with his daddy and PopPop to the game.

Where are my floaties?

Jack dons his fancy new swim trunks that were purchased for his first trip to the beach.



Thanks to Bryan and Andrea, you can now enjoy pictures like this on a regular basis. They gave me a digital camera, so I'll be throwing more pictures of Jack at you than you could have ever wanted. And let us not forget Andrew, who supplied the USB cable.

Thank you all. You've truly made this world a better place.

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?

Much too cute for his own good

For someone cutting his 6th and 7th teeth, this boy sure is happy.

I wish I was eating that Sour Patch Kid right now.

I love these commercials, and you should too. (Go to TV spots.)

I feel like such a lame blogger. I've just been blogging videos or pictures. At least when I was working, I had boredom to inspire me. Now I don't have time, so I just crap out. Oh well. At least I blog. So there! Man, once I vowed i would end all my blogs with "so there!" I'm sad that never caught on.

(As I type this, I am looking at my son, who is sleeping on his stomach with his butt up in the air... oh, i must photoblog this. Hold on...)



So there!

Hehe, Toe-fu.

Here is yet another video of Jack. I know you can't get enough.

Jack in the box.

Jack's first solid food

Mmmm...rice cereal.

Jack, Alyse, and Aubrey. Aubrey, Alyse, and Jack...

"That's the way it was."