That second child

Thank goodness he didn't let his urine-soaked pants wake him up.

This is his signature expression after taking off his glasses

 I sure do love the feeling of hearing my alarm go off and actually waking up in my own bed.  It rarely happens but one morning it did.  Brian got up and went to work, Cameron was in his own bed snoring away, and it was pretty quiet in Jack's room.  Too quiet.  I turned on the hall light and...NO JACK!  What the hell?  My life is now a Lifetime movie.  He's been kidnapped and we just slept through the whole damn thing.  I went check in the bathroom, in Cameron's room, in the kitchen, in the living room.  Could not find the kid.  Then I went back to check in his room again and almost stepped on the child.  (Top picture)  He crawled out of his bed and made it to the living room where he proceeded to piss all over my rug and settle in for a snooze.  The kid was practically camouflaged.  The saddest part is that I was ever so thankful he found a place to sleep instead of waking me up.  Usually he hits up the club (my bedroom) at about 1:45 looking for his mom to come keep him company while he chats it up.

He is quite the little sneak.  I love that he has Cameron to play with, but I don't love that he uses me to get his way.  Cameron had a bag of chips for snack, and even though Jack mowed through two lunches and a snack he couldn't help but salivate at that yellow bag of greasy goodness.  He approached Cameron and just stood there until Cameron looked away and then he hand started toward the bag.  Cameron took off around the coffee table and Jack chased him.  This continued until Jack came over to me, grabbed my arm and pulled me toward Cameron.  Yes, he gets his momma to fight his battles for him.  I reached in Cameron's bag pulled out a few chips and then gave them to Jack.  Stealing from one child to give to another.  The ultimate betrayal.  Commence meltdown.