Sunday, February 15, 2009
ki'mon
We passed a big truck on the way to school and Jacob was curious about all the little gadgets. After five questions, my response became a series of I don't know's. Not buying it he says, "Ki'mon Mom, you know everything. Tell the truce!"
movie night
Jacob and I decided to have a movie night. So we put in a DVD and cuddled up in my bed. A few minutes later, he decides to grab his sleeping bag and pillow and camp out on the floor. As soon as he was all set up, he paused for a second to look up at me. "Mama, will you like it up there all by yourself?" It sounded like a strange question and I wasn't quite sure where he was going with this so I asked him why he wanted to know. His answer: "I just don't want to make you sad up there all alone."
morning snack
On the way out of the door, Jacob decides to tell me he's starving and needs something to eat. I grab a peanut butter/chocolate chip granola bar and tell him to hurry to the car. I ignore him as he buckles his belt, complaining about how I should have let him eat a bowl of cereal, which we clearly didn't have time for. "Mom," he says, "Why are you letting me have this when I'm still a kid? Do you know this could make me have a cavity!?"
Saturday, February 7, 2009
poor Jacob
Jacob and Grandpa share an afternoon treat of two chocolate pieces after school. One day before their treat, they took a trip to the backyard to pay their respects to Speedy Knuckles. Jacob trotted up to the tiny angel headstone and called "Hey Speedy!" before excitedly turning back toward the house. While walking inside he looked up at his grandpa with heartbreak on his face. "Grandpa, since I had to see Speedy Knuckles today, can I have FOUR pieces of chocolate?" Nice try, poor little Jacob. Although I'm curious to find out if Grandpa gave him the extra chocolate...
more powers
A few weeks before his request to see the doctor for special powers, he yells to me from the bathroom, "Mom, I think I have special powers!" He went on to explain, "Tyler and I were playing a really cool game, who can count to 100 the fastest, and I accidently used my special powers and won." Wow. That is a cool game.
powers
Jacob peeked his head through my door first thing this morning and asked, "Mama, when can we go to the doctor to get my special powers?" He wants to be like Inspector Gadget when he grows up.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
lazy Sunday
Jacob had a crazy busy weekend and was pretty worn out by Sunday evening. We were watching Star Wars and he got up to snack on some crackers. We were curled up together on the couch when he asks, "Mom, can you please get me a plate?" I sigh and look at him out of the corner of my eye. It's cold out there without the protection of my fluffy down blanket. "I don't feel like it, Jacob," I say. But he moves his face closer to mine and begs, "Pleeeeeze, Mom...I'll give you a cracker..." I got the plate.
Monday, January 26, 2009
-ar-
I get the inside scoop about Jacob's school day from an incredibly reliable source. Like when his teacher was asking the class to think of -ar words like star and car and my little boy shouts out, "How bout BAR! A'cept you have to be 21 to go there."
Sunday, January 25, 2009
cool guy
As we're heading out the door for school I remind Jacob that his friends Abby and Tyler are spending the night. "I know," he says. "Sure hope Abby brings her own toys." "She'll probably want to play with you guys. You guys are cool," I assure him. He eyes me suspiciously. "Mom, we're not cool, we're boys. We like fighting and stuff." Clearly Abby should bring her own toys.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Crazy Mama
Jacob's homework assignment this week is to create a paper 'Family Quilt'. For each member of his family he has to write their name, birthday, what they like to do and draw a picture of them. Apparently he wasn't tired last night and decided to burn the midnight oil. He showed me the picture he drew of his dad and how he wrote down that I like to read (spelled 'weed'). Pride painted a smile on my face. Then he points out the picture he drew of me, a round face with dark slanted eyes and a mouth wide with anger. "You know why I gave you a mad face?" he asks. "Cuz you were real crabby last night."
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Papa
There's something about a grandpa that soothes all wounds. Jacob figured this out early on. At 3 years old he went running into the living room with his Sponge Bob undies around his ankles yelling, "Papa, Papa, I need ice! Mama spanked my bottom and it's real HOT!"
Monday, January 19, 2009
I just puked a little
This morning as I was eyeing the random contents of our refridgerator, I discovered I had everything I need for some Mexican chicken. I was very excited about this little meal I threw into my crock pot and as dinner approached I made some refried beans to add some flare. This is fun for me. At last I place our delicious smelling supper on the table, ask Jesus to bless it to our bodies and dig in. Nearly a half hour later, Jacob is coming up with every excuse not to eat his tiny scoop of beans. All his chicken probably got him all full. It's a special day since Bailey is here so he shouldn't have to eat the beans. He wishes I was a nice mommy who let him just eat chicken, after all, they were big pieces that make him super full...and did I know that Bailey was chewing her bone and did I know that the neighbor rides his skateboard really fast...so he asks what I a'cide (decide) about his talk. Despite his effort coming up with a reason not to eat the beans, I tell him he has to anyway. So he takes a bite much smaller than any piece of chicken he scarfed up and says to me, "Mom, I took another bite of my beans and it made me puke a little bit...but I liked it."
Martin Luther King Day
It's amazing the things your child learns in school. Jacob's studying the life of Dr. Martin Luther King in preparation for a play the little ones will be performing soon. On the way home, Jacob was excited to tell me all about him and how he faught for white people and brown people to all play together. He explained, "Matin Lutha King helped the slaves, like all the way back in 2003."
come on Jesus
It's a rare Sunday when we actually arrive to church early enough to pick a good seat. Mimi was with us which makes it even more unusual. But this particular Sunday we were on the ball and settled into a pew close enough to see what was going on. Not that there's alot of action in church but it keeps a 3 year olds attention alot better. As the pastor welcomes us and begins to pray, a not so little woman slips into the row in front of us, obstructing little Jacob's view. In the silence of prayer, he screams, "Mama! I can't see Jesus!"
dog sitting
We're dog sitting for a friend over the holiday weekend. After suffering the unexpected loss of Speedy Knuckes Hansen, beloved rabbit and friend, I thought it'd be good for Jacob to have a weekend playmate.
In true Jacob fashion, he welcomed Bailey with open arms and loud, excited commands to sit and crawl like a soldier. Two mornings in a row I've been awakened at quarter to five trying to be convinced that Bailey is lonely downstairs and asking for us. I'm pretty sure Bailey was as asleep as I was but never the less, Jacob creeped downstairs.
Eventually I roll out of bed into the chilly, dark hallway to see Jacob and Bailey curled up on the couch keeping eachother warm. It's clear he needs another pet to love.
Apparently he was thinking the same thing because he looks at me walking down the stairs and says, "I sure do hope Bailey lays a baby today."
one day
It was a peaceful Monday morning for a change. The comforting smell of my morning coffee filled the car as we drove in silence to school. Looking back in my rearview mirror, I see Jacob thoughtfully looking out his window as the trees rush by.
"Mom, how come Auntie Linny has a husbands and Kiki has a husbands, but you don't have any husbands?"
"Well baby, Jesus is making me an extra special one. He has to be just as funny as us AND handsome and he has to be able to teach you man stuff like riding a bike and playing catch." I tried desparately to convince him although I sometimes ask myself the same question. "That takes a pretty special guy."
He looked up at me with knowing eyes and said, "Nah, You should of just married the other two guys."
Thank you Jacob.
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