Well, I am not having a lot of luck with Google Video. My video of Jack Not Rolling Over keeps uploading in a pretty low quality. But as you can see, he is clearly not rolling over. Or fuzzily not rolling over.
My video of Jack Not Rolling Over is listed in a genre that contains other videos such as Jackson not rolling over, Kyra not rolling over, Tate not rolling over, and if you can believe it, another Jack not rolling over.
Of course I had to check them all out and see whose baby was closest to rolling over and if they looked older or younger than Jack. Not competitive at all here. Spoiler alert: the Tate not rolling over video has a sequel called Tate Walking, where we learn that he does in fact learn to move and also grows into his big head.
And now for the show:
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
Appeasing Everyone
After dinner, Dave was paged and had to work. Luke went to the bathroom, I put Bean out, and put Jack on the jiminy and started the dinner dishes. I heard a thud and then a yell so I ran to the bathroom with a tiny ice pack in one hand. Luke had hit his head on the bathroom sink and he was crying. I gave him the ice pack and a kiss and a hug, but he seemed determined to see how loud his cries could echo off the bathroom walls. Since I thought he was being overly dramatic, I told him to lie down in my bed for a minute and I would be back to check on him because now Jack was also crying. I picked Jack up and went to check on Luke, who was laying in my bed, still crying and holding the ice pack to his head. He said,
"I think I have a bump."
So I immediately went into panic mode and ran, with Jack over my shoulder, to get a better ice pack. I came back with a bag of frozen peas. An open bag of frozen peas. I handed it to Luke, who looked skeptical. I said,
"Just try it and see how it feels. I'll be back with something better, because now Bean is barking to be let in."
So I ran, with Jack over my shoulder, to get a better ice pack and to let Bean in. On the way back to check on Luke I heard,
"Mommy?"
And I said,
"The peas."
Bean was a big help with cleanup, but I am still finding peas after 2 days.
To prevent future injuries we came up with the following solution:
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Poor Bean
Poor Bean. Since his 14th birthday he seems to be falling a lot more often. We have had so many incidents with him over the past 4 years and every time something happens we think, "Is this the end?" And I sob and sob and start planning his memorial service. And then he miraculously pulls through and we are so happy. And then he eats a bag of whole wheat flour out of the lazy susan and poops all over the dining room and we think, "huh." And the cycle continues.
Last night Jack was laying on the jiminy and we were all sitting around staring at him with bated breath, waiting for him to roll over. This is a nightly occurrence now, and I think we'll keep up this vigil until he does in fact roll over, or worse, we pick him up from daycare and find out that it happened there.
Bean thinks if we are all sitting around staring at, and loving something on the floor, it should be him, poor guy. So he keeps walking past, muttering under his breath. He can't get too close because of the arches over the jiminy, but he managed to get close enough so that when he fell last night he landed almost on top of, but actually right next to Jack. Poor, poor bean. Because after the indignity of the fall he ended up with a handful of his fur in Jack's iron grasp. I was about 24 inches away but I had to dive forward in slow motion with a "Noooooooooooooooooo" because I have had my hair in that grasp, and Dave has even had chest hair in the grasp and it hurts, hurts, hurts.
The Bean of yesteryear would have let out a scary growl. The Bean of 1994 might have even bitten someone. But Poor Bean made a noise that sounded like this, "You have got to be kidding me with this. Can someone get him away from me?"
Poor Bean.
(I have a great video of Jack not rolling over, but I am having technical difficulties uploading it. I hope to post it soon.)
Last night Jack was laying on the jiminy and we were all sitting around staring at him with bated breath, waiting for him to roll over. This is a nightly occurrence now, and I think we'll keep up this vigil until he does in fact roll over, or worse, we pick him up from daycare and find out that it happened there.
Bean thinks if we are all sitting around staring at, and loving something on the floor, it should be him, poor guy. So he keeps walking past, muttering under his breath. He can't get too close because of the arches over the jiminy, but he managed to get close enough so that when he fell last night he landed almost on top of, but actually right next to Jack. Poor, poor bean. Because after the indignity of the fall he ended up with a handful of his fur in Jack's iron grasp. I was about 24 inches away but I had to dive forward in slow motion with a "Noooooooooooooooooo" because I have had my hair in that grasp, and Dave has even had chest hair in the grasp and it hurts, hurts, hurts.
The Bean of yesteryear would have let out a scary growl. The Bean of 1994 might have even bitten someone. But Poor Bean made a noise that sounded like this, "You have got to be kidding me with this. Can someone get him away from me?"
Poor Bean.
(I have a great video of Jack not rolling over, but I am having technical difficulties uploading it. I hope to post it soon.)
Monday, March 3, 2008
Luke's First Powder Day
Well, I wasn't going to do any more posts until I had a chance to post Jack's birth story, but I guess I am never going to get around to that, so I am just going to start posting things again.
We went to Eldora yesterday and Dave made this video. Enjoy!
We went to Eldora yesterday and Dave made this video. Enjoy!
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