Everything is Unfinished

Oh, it’s all on the futon, keeping Scamper off. Because she likes to POOP THERE. Stupid cat.

Jack loves anything he can eat with a spoon lately, since he recently mastered using a spoon. Well, he has it mostly mastered - a good quarter of the food usually ends up on the table or his bib, but he’s getting better. Anyway, for breakfast today, he had mini pancakes (again) and a container of yogurt. I nearly blew his mind when I showed him that he could dip his pancake INTO the yogurt. So I’m not sure why I was surprised when, at lunch, I looked over and saw him dipping his hot dog into his container of applesauce.

After looking at these helpful instructional signs, I realized that we’ve been doing things with Jack all wrong. Click on this one to see more.

(thanks, dooce.)

Breakfast. Mini pancakes, sometimes called “silver dollars”. Jack picks one up and proceeds to stuff the whole thing in his mouth. As I’m frantically saying, “take bites, Jack, take bites!” he, around a full mouth, can be heard saying, “mmMMMM!!!”.

I was unloading the dishwasher earlier today and Jack was “helping” me. He pulled a drinking glass out of the top rack and it slipped out of his hand - right onto the top of my foot. The glass didn’t break, but I’m not so sure about my bones! It hurt like hell, but I figured I’d just have a bruise. I put my shoes on and went out running errands with Jack, and didn’t really think about it. But when I got home and took my shoes back off, hoo boy. It’s a little bit swollen right now, but I can still bend my toes. Although that’s becoming more difficult. I think I’m going to go get an ice pack.

***Edited: Fortunately, not broken. It feels much better today, not swollen and I can bend my toes normally. I do think it’s strange though that it bothers me much less when I *am* wearing shoes.

Every year since we got married, we’ve taken a family picture by our Christmas tree. I wanted to document how our family grows and how our tree changes from year to year, and I have a special scrapbook that just contains these pictures. Last year we didn’t even decorate the tree until January and finally took the picture on January 30. If you read that post, the very end says something about taking the picture earlier next year. Yeah, it didn’t exactly work out that way. First of all, the tree never got decorated this year. I meant to. I wanted to. But it just didn’t happen. So I decided we were taking the picture in front of the naked tree - after all, that’s the tree we had this year. Then, we couldn’t find our tripod, so we had to wait until someone could take it for us. My parents are visiting this weekend so they were the lucky volunteers. Here’s how it came out:

Jack’s got his hand in his mouth, but he has his hand in his mouth pretty much all the time these days. And it’s much better than last years, where Jack looks haunted (he was in between 2 bouts of the flu):

Now NEXT year…we’ll DEFINITELY get this done earlier. Or, if the trend continues, in March.