What has Cameron been up to?

This kid is a mess and thus I've become a mess as well.  Cameron's fascinated with the potty so I've been putting him on it just casually.  I've also been casually pulling him out of the potty as well.  I've caught him splashing around in it with his hands.  I've caught him cleaning the inside of the bowl with the toilet brush (Didn't stop him on that one, and I honest to God don't know how he knew that's what that brush was for.  I assure you it wasn't from me.)  I've caught him with one foot wedged into the bowl.  (Praise Jesus that wasn't a 911 call.)  I've even caught him (gasp) blowing bubbles in the toilet.  Don't worry it was the same one he had cleaned earlier.

This child will be covered in band aids.  In the 2 minutes it took me to get the mail, Cameron skinned his knees and pulled Brian's bike on top of him.  Jack also shit on me, but that's just a side note.  As soon as he falls he immediately heads for the freezer and expects a popcicle.  I guess I'm willing to trade a little bit of diarrhea for the tears to stop.

He's such an affectionate kid, and he LOVES to get dirty.  As I was pulling weeds he was patting my back and hugging me, but I wasn't paying attention.  He then starts to wipe my bangs off my forehead so I could see better.  Ah yes, now I realize why you never turn your back on a toddler.  The stinker had pulled up a potted plant and was now wearing 60% Miracle Grow and he was soaking wet.  That explains why my back felt so... awww man.  Yup.         


 Trouble always accompanies trouble.  I'd like to say Cameron was measuring Jack's height in this picture, but you can imagine how this ended. 

Somebody is ready to play if those players get suspended.  

What has Jack been up to?

 Ninety percent of the time Jack's expression is the one above.  His mouth is always open.  Maybe it's his way of saying, "Mom, you forgot to take me out of my pajamas again today, and I don't want to be photographed."  I think he should appreciate these "jama days" as much as I do.

In case you haven't noticed he's a butterball, and I love it.  I'd swear he's a picky eater, but then you'd tell me I'm a damn liar.  I promise veggies are not his favorite, but if you coat them in a fruit, he's good to go.  This picture doesn't do this "thankles" justice.  For those confused by the vernacular, his ankles are the exact same size as his thighs.  See those wrists?  Me neither.  I LOVE IT!!!

I just can't explain how much I love this kid.

 There's mischief in those eyes.

Check out those two shards of glass in his mouth otherwise known as teeth.  Why on Earth are baby teeth so sharp?  How tough is it to chew pureed baby food and puffs?

It's Baseball time!

Jack is so impressed Cameron and Daddy hit the ball.



He loves every minute of t-ball. I love that he gets his own ball after he hits it.

First take a look at the faces of Brian and Cameron. Pure happiness and delight. See the white blob in the picture? Yup, that's the ball. I had Jack in one arm and the camera was in the other. Thank God my instinct was not to drop either and try to catch the ball. Amazingly the ball missed the camera and Jack's face and hit me right in the boob.

Pictures from April

So I decided to play dress up. I only decided to play dress up because my husband provoked me. I did my best to try to dress him up like one of the T Birds from Grease.




Don't let this innocent smile deceive you. This kid is aggressive in every sense of the word. Brian's eye was red and blood shot, and he said Jack had poked him in the eye. Well of course I am going to give the man hell every time I see him. Poked in the eye by a 5 month old. Really? Those ninja hands are fast I guess. And then Karma came back to bite me in the ass (or really the eye). Wouldn't you know I'm teasing Jack about being chunky and this ninja finger skewers my contact and cornea. I was too taken aback to even look for my contact. The kid had the nerve to smile at me. Karma...you bitch.




Cameron is nothing but a free spirit these days. He's learned to take off every piece of clothing except the diaper. He just checks his pee pee every now and again to make sure it hasn't fallen off, but the diaper is still okay. He's even sampled a worm. It was Good Friday nonetheless.



I need to either be tested for early Alzheimer's or I need a shorter car. The list is now adding up when it comes to things I have left on the top of my car. Cups and coke cans are just a weekly occurrence. Of course the drinks are almost always freshly poured and filled to the top. I'm always shocked by the sound of a coke can hitting the ground though. Lately I've managed to leave Cameron's shoes on the hood of my car, a birthday card and a level. I put the level there because I knew that I would see it to remember to pick it up. Yeah, I saw it. Halfway down the street I realized there was a level on the hood of my car. The birthday card was awesome though. I brought the card to the mailbox, opened the mailbox and walked back to my car with the card still in hand. I put it on the top of my car because I would get the mailbox on the way out. I drove off like a bat out of hell only to later realize that the birthday card never made it to the mailbox. Crazy thing? I found the birthday card down the street in my subdivision.