80% of the time, ALL the time

The toddler years came quick. I remember the good ole days of spit up, a non mobile child who didn't have control of his extremities and canned baby food. Am I the only one who misses that? Ok. I don't really... but these terrible twos should really be called, terrible 1.5's.

Jacks a lot of things going for him, like his beautiful green eye...his thousands of kisses and hugs...his little laugh...oh and the twirl, clap, head bang and stop dance he does. Those I could deal with ALL day long. Its the other 80% that's tough stuff!

Lately I have been considering writing the city to see if they can enforce toddler only areas. Therefore everyone in that area would empathize with each other. "Oh your kid runs around screaming his head off too?" or "What? You tell your child NO! and they giggle and run away, also?!"

I never seem to learn my lesson from the last public venture with Jack. I always have this false image of him sitting quietly and listening to me when I say NO! So...I take him to get ice cream or to the doctors office. Then reality sets in as soon as we step foot in the door. My kid is the one pulling out all the books at the doctor's office...running around kicking other kids and trying to hug the little girls.

I have come close to getting a leash for him... something I swore I would never do. But all of us mothers have a list of taboo items we would never give to our child, that we made while they were still in utero, like Barney or McDonald's. But truly...its whatever keeps them occupied for more than 30 seconds. If this means coloring the table at a restaurant, sorry servers!, but so be it....

Jackson still holds strong to his dolphin screeches...that make the entire San Antonio population, turn and look at us and whisper to each other, "Wow, he is a handful." I KNOW PEOPLE!! I get it..you don't see the exhausted look on my face? My hair isn't in a ponytail because I like the way I look in an up do... its because he will try and grab my flatiron with his bare hands.

But it's those moments of twirls, claps, head bangs and stomps that make it all worth wild...

The Untold Biblical Story

My family and I went out to eat the other day for lunch. We do this pretty much weekly...its how we bond as a family, over food. You would think we are all obese but we aren't suprisingly. So we were getting in a friendly but heated discussion over the presidential race, mainly focusing on the fact that Obama was going to be the Democratic candidate.

My grandmother, who in her older years has gotten a lot more right wing, was commenting on the fact that Obama is Muslim and that she doesn't necessarily embrace what the religion has to offer. Also stating that we are fighting Muslim people. BUT that is a WHOLE other blog post...

She went on about how she doest agree with the practice that some, not ALL, Muslim people practice, being the slaughtering of the lamb on Easter. My sister chimed in stating that in Christian religion, the very religion that the United States was founded on, they too have a story of God slaughtering a lamb instead of slaughtering a boy and how Christan's too celebrate it but don't necessarily practice the event every year.

As we go on and on about this revelation, my 7 year old niece decided to make a comment. She looked at all of us and said, "I don't think that God slaughtered a lamb, I think that in Sunday School we were taught that he slaughtered a Moose...yup a Moose that's it! That's what he slaughtered, not a lamb you silly fools..."

We all stopped and looked and laughed. A moose.. who knew? This will be the newest story added to the Newer Testament....

Letter to Stimulus Check

Dear Stimulus Check,

I know that you are taking a long time because my mother didn't direct deposit your friend, '07 tax return. That sucks. But I really wish that you would hurry your little butt into my mailbox.

I have been dreaming of what I would spend you on for awhile now. The list is long....real long. But the truth is, I will feel ultra guilty if I don't spend at least half of you on Jack.

But for shits and giggles here is my list. Know that the list does not add up to $900 and could far exceed it...but I'm dreaming here!

1. A new hair do. I wanna go blond. Call me crazy....its this stimulus check, free money fever. Plus I wanna see if they really do have more fun.

2. New clothes. Everyone knew that would be on there..please.

3. Pedicure. I no longer wish to have the feet of a runaway slave.

4. Manicure. Heck why not?

5. Vegas..for when we go in July. yay!

6. Down payment on a New Porsche...hey I said I was dreaming.

7. Some grass for my front lawn....it looks bad. real bad.

8. A personal trainer. Hopefully one of the male gender...and a cute one. A real cute one! yeah!

9. A sushi chef that will come to my house once a week.. he must specialize in caterpillar rolls.

10. Spurs tickets. (If they keep winning)

11. A trip around the world.

12. A boob job. You know you want one too!

13. A flat screen...I had a dream last night I was buying one.

14. A years supply of Whataburger.

15. Liposuction..

Ok that's all for now. I could go on and on...but you get the picture. So please. If you don't mind, hurry up and get delivered already before my list keeps growing. Because it will. trust me.

Sincerely,

Maegan

My Future Janitor

Most boys aspire to be pro sports players, well for those exceptions who aspire to be hair dressers, either or I would love Jackson regardless of his abilities in either areas of expertise. That being said...my son aspires to be, a janitor. Its true. My 17th month old is the cleanest clean freak of a child this side of the Mississippi. He likes to sweep, carry around a dust pan, of which we had to eventually get him a toy broom and dust pan because the normal adult sized ones were knocking him down. He has also been quite obsessed with our new handheld vacuum.



Seriously, it has gotten to the point that we cannot take out the vacuum until he goes to sleep. Otherwise, he will scream and throw a tantrum until we hand it over and let him play with it until it dies. It is a little ridiculous. But I am guilty of pointing him to certain dust bunnies...hey, hes the one that loves to clean, not me!



Yesterday, while out shopping I discovered the most awesome toy. It was a vacuum that is his size..makes all the vacuum noises...PLUS it is a doggie. So it barks! I mean this had Jack written ALL over it. His favorite animal AND his favorite toy. wow. So my mom bought it for him and he hasn't put it down yet. This morning he went straight to it and proceeded to bark and vacuum my entire house.

Destructo Update

I am almost done with school. Yay! One more exam and I am through....well for at least 4 weeks. But it will be a much needed break. Too bad after that 4 weeks is up I start up again, but with even more on my plate. 3 classes this summer..at the super fast school speed. I am taking a ceramics class M-F from 10-2, I think I will enjoy it. Who knows? I could be a master ceramics person and not even know it.

I am excited that I will only be at my current community college for one more semester than onto the big stuff. I will be at the University by Spring 09. Yay me! I have also decided to apply for an internship with the SA Current..who knows how that will go. Hopefully I get it. I would love to have writing in my future endeavors.

Jacks still at his daycare. They are slowly sucking the life out of me, those damn daycare owners. $180 a week to watch Jack is a bit pricey, but his safety is well worth it. Right? tell me its okay. So I will stop sweatin it.

Jack has become insanely curious about the world around him. He has to touch, hold, yank and taste everything in his path. I think I saw him lick bird poo the other day, it would give him Avian flu right?

He is still a lovey dovey thing, that loves to give kisses to everybody not excluding our dog Coco, who he loves to kiss the most. Open mouth.

He has found solitude in his book lately, which is great. Other than the fact that I was picking up his playroom the other day to find pieces of his pop up book everywhere. Nice huh?

His newest nickname? Destructo. I found him with a pen the other day. He went into the office and picked it up, then decided to see if the color looked good on the walls. I guess he knows we are in desperate need for some art and decorations on the walls. He sees it I don't know why Andrew doesn't.

He also felt this weekend, that I need to re-organize my shoe rack. He let me know by pulling all my shoes out. Thanks Jack!

He sure knows how to let us know that we need to get stuff done!

How's This For Embarassing?

I was at school yesterday and reached into my make-up bag for my tube of lip gloss.... I pulled out my tube of Preparation H instead! Nice.........

I Still Got It

I've still got it in me! My friend came over for dinner tonight. She just had a baby girl 3 weeks ago...and my friend looks amazing already *cough* bitch. Just kidding, I knew she would have no problem bouncing back when she did gorge herself with chocolate chip cookie's drenched in chocolate syrup with sprinkles on top. I thought everyone did this! no?

She would say, "I'm soo starving". Then proceed to chop up fruit. Seriously.. I am only hoping my next child is a vegan. I can't do the chocolate chip cookie aka heaven, again. At least that's what my ass tells me.

I get the baby jitters every time she comes by. I want to hold her, her being Ella-the baby, the whole time. I feel for my friend and want to help out as much as I can. Because having a newborn is a miracle and joyous occasion that is topped with spit up and scheduling poops. It is easy to get sucked into baby world and every now and then you need a helping hand to pull you out of the goo goo ga ga quicksand.

My friend was getting kinda tired tonight and a little on the annoyed side because Ella just would not stop fussing. She went down the "calm" list.. bottle! fail... paci! fail... burp! fail... bounce up and down like a mad woman!fail... She wanted to throw in the towel and call it a night. This is the part that I come in.

I said,"You should swaddle her!" I got out Jack's old hospital blankie and bundled her up like the little burrito she is. I put some hot sauce on her and then patted and shushhhhed her right to sleep. Ok, one of those things I didn't do.. but you get it.

I am happy to know that I still got it! Hopefully I don't lose it in 6 years.... now pass over my chocolate chip cookies!