ANYWAYS. this month J turned 9 months, holy crap. If i had a dime for everytime someone said, "jamison isn't a baby anymore! when did he turn into a little boy?" i would have enough to afford all the things that noone ever needs in this life, and i would use them to throw at them. Just kidding, i wouldn't do that! what a waste! it's just hard for mommies, (like me) to face that their kids grow faster than weeds. We tend to live in a world of peaches and rainbows thinking life is bliss with a newborn you'll get to enjoy forever, or at least a year, then you get a swift slap back to reality, and realize you have a newborn for about a month. the month that your dealing with a flabby belly, bad hair and figuring out how to make your shirts fit. (all those nursing mom's will enjoy that one) Then all of a sudden they're sitting up eating real food, and begging for your table scraps. It's terrible but fun too. funrrible. Jamison does so many things everyday that crack jake and me up. In short, he's a nerd, just like his mom and dad. and we are realizing that we actually made this kid, he has our quirks. For example, i hate wearing socks, i'd rather have frostbite than put socks on, and do you think i can keep socks on that kid. no. i cannot. so all you little old ladies that look at me at the store wondering why "i can't just put some socks on that poor kids' feet" go and look at the back seat of my car. J has lighting fast hands that rip those shoes and socks off his feet before i can even get my seat belt buckled. why fight it? He loves to sleep with his blanket over his face (causing me to get no sleep whatsoever, because i'm constantly going in to check on him to make sure he's still breathing) i remember grandma always saying the same thing to me, "how can you breathe??!!" and the kid loves food, like his mom and his dad, not his mush though, he wants whatever we are having. The kid is a bottomless pit, he will eat us out of house and home. mark my words. Jamison loves his dad, sure he's excited to see his mom, but i NEVER get a grin the way jake does and j never cries to play with me. As soon as jake walks in the door the kid wants his attention. as if to say "how in the world could you leave me home with her??!!" i'm choosing not to be offended. It's fine, it's not like i endured 17 weeks of morning sickness, had kidney stones twice with a kidney infection, bladder infection, stretch marks, contractions AND 14 hours of labor, 2 of which pushing was involved, (we can skip all the gory details of that last one) and months of recovery for you to be dad's best friend. I'm fine, it's fine you save all the good stuff for dad. This kid keeps me busy all day. I can't believe the eyesight on this kid, he can see the smallest, microscopic crumb picks it up with his "pinchers" and it goes strait in his mouth! first of all how in the crap did you see that? secondly, why did you think it was a good idea to eat it? now my job is to squeeze his cheeks and fish out the microscopic piece-of-whatever that i can't even see. it's tricky. J thinks poop is funny. He think that you cleaning up his poop is hilarious. i say he gets that from his dad's side. He also likes to pee on you at 4 am when your hardly awake enough to realize whats going on to move / grab something to protect yourself. maybe he's going to be a spy-- gets you when you least expect it. He thinks its fun to try and jab your eyes out, and honk your nose, and if your a girl, look down your shirt. (he thinks everyone has something tasty) He loves jumping and standing up at the couch, dumping out his entire box of toys on the floor to play with the box, and likes to eat shoes. totally disgusting. i like shoes on my feet, j likes them in his mouth, i guess that's a similarity. He is a computer geek- but mostly is interested in electronics by finding power cords oh so interesting, and tasty."Heck, what isn't good to put in my mouth?!"
