08.23.08 - Budding Picasso

Jackson experimented with crayons today. I'm not too sure he could quite grasp the concept of them yet, but he seemed to enjoy banging them onto the paper and trying to eat them. I asked him what he was drawing at one point and he looked up at me and said "wall" (one of his newest words). I said, "okay, draw as many walls as you like, just don't ever draw ON the walls!". Jackson will hopefully get to meet his newest playmate soon. My friend had a baby boy yesterday and he's the sweetest little thing. It's so hard to believe that Jackson was that small once (actually, two pounds smaller). They grow up much too fast. Maybe Jackson will have a sibling soon...if we can ever get the house sold.

08.11.08 - We have a molar

The last couple of weeks of extra fussiness have a reason - Jackson cut his first molar the other day! Teething is so rough...why can't babies just be born with all their teeth already!? Oh, because those toothless grins are so cute when they're little :). Last week, we went on a tour of the Millwood Fire Station with the playgroup. Jackson's room is decorated in Dalmatians and fire trucks, so it only seemed fitting. He was so good. He didn't even wince when they turned on the sirens and alarm. He liked looking at all the trucks I think. He also kept his souvenir fire hat on the entire time. He seems to be picking up a new word every couple of weeks or so, his newest word being "bib". I'm totally slacking on taking pictures lately. He is always on the move, so it's hard to get a good still shot these days. We're getting our pictures taken for the new church directory next weekend, so hopefully we'll get a good family shot out of that deal.

08.02.08 - First Haircut

We took Jackson to get his very first haircut today. What an ordeal! We planned to take him to Kidz Cuts in town, but when we got there, it was gone! Nothing but an empty building with a "for lease" sign in the window. Thinking they had just changed locations, I called mom to get her to look up their number in the phone book and call to ask where they were located. The number was disconnected. No more Kidz Cuts! So, we just went to the mall since we had to go there for a few things anyway. The first salon we tried couldn't get us in for a couple more hours. So, we ended up at Trade Secret and were the only ones there. I guess the lady was mad because we interrupted her smoke break, because she wasn't very friendly. She even said "oh, I thought he was a girl" when she heard us call him Jackson. I held him on my lap for the cut and he cried the whole time. She did do a decent job with the cut considering how much he was squirming, but I did have to trim it up a bit myself after we got home. They made a makeshift envelope (by stapling a piece of paper together) for us with his hair in it to take home. As if I wasn't dreading the first haircut enough, I'm already dreading the second one even more after this horrible experience.