The Debut....

Here is a short video of Jake singing his first (of many, I'm willing to bet) original song.

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It's been one of those weeks.

Yep. Jake swallowed a dime. And about two minutes after he swallowed it, my mil phones. I tell her what happened, trying to speak over Jake's tantrum/crying "I neeeeeeed to poooooop it out!!!!", and she starts laughing. That sums up why I love my mil, right there. She apologized, and I told her it's okay, because it was funny. I'll admit, I haven't been looking too hard for the dime, but everything seems to be in good working order, so I'm assuming (lol, ass) that it's all good.

So later on that day, again while out of my sight, Jake performs one of his patented rock star moves. From what I could understand from a three year old's recollection, he jumped off of his spongebob chair with his microphone (a three foot long plush ikea snake with a flashlight instead of a head) and bashed his head off of the corner of the coffee table. The result?


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Oh yes. If the dime incident, and the resultant laughter didn't make me feel bad enough, my son looking like an extra from Rocky did the trick. Always looking on the bright side, at least he should be healed up in time to meet his teacher on Thursday. He has a couple new favorite songs, he's a big fan of The Killers, especially Mr. Brightside. He is also really loving Cake right now too. I love how he messes up the words though, it's too much. Like on Mr. Brightside, when they say "and she's calling a cab" Jake says "and she's calling her cat". Lol. And REM's Losing my religion, Jake says Losing my furniture.

And on the topic of Beans, I think we may have crawling lift off. Just before his bedtime tonight, he managed to move his little butt about six inches or so along the floor. It has really been a struggle, and I cannot believe that I actually want him to crawl. He is soooo frustrated. He leans forward, leans forward, then BAM, he's on his tummy. And then he cries and cries. Repeat that about a thousand times a day, and you will understand. Then he gets mad and doesn't want to sit anymore, so he does the ol' stiff as a board, you can't make me routine. Then if I sit him beside me, he launches himself at me, but he doesn't want to be held either. Plus he's got another weird rash going on right now. Poor guy. But he is still cute as hell.

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Whew.

Hectic. It's been a busy few days here in our happy little household. Daniel had a fever late last week, brought him in to the doctor, and he was diagnosed with an E.I. So we got him some antibiotics, and then two days later he is all rashy. So we got him new meds without the penicillin. We'll see how that goes.

The only problem is, he HATES medicine. It was bad enough with the penicillin, but this new shit is making him berserker. We had to pin him down, and blow in his face to make him swallow it. I felt like I was trying to pry some hidden information out of him, it was really that bad. It doesn't help this stuff is all chalky, with the consistancy of maple syrup. Yuck. I'm sure it will all come up in a hypnotherapy session 30 or 40 years from now.

In other news, I dropped Jake off at Mil's work so I didn't have to juggle him and Daniel for two hours at the walk in clinic today. I heart my Mil, she has saved me in so many situation, I can't even count them. Anyhow, I went back to pick Jake up, and he wasn't all that keen on leaving. So he throws his pencil, and hits a customer at the store. Lovely. So I stick him in the corner right by her office, go in, sit down and resume talking with Mil. The customer pokes his head into her office and says "I read that putting kids in time out is psychologically damaging". That's not word for word, but the gist. So I say "It's probably less damaging than beating the crap out of them". He went on to say that he put his kids in time out, and how do they know that it effects them negatively, blah, blah, blah. How about if you see someone disiplining their child, you just be quiet? THEIR child. Hush.

Then Mil phoned me later to relay something Jake said earlier. A quick way to make me nervous? Say "Guess what Jake said?" Because with this kid, you just never know. I guess he was talking to Jeff on the phone, and Jeff asked where Daniel and I went. Jake tells him I had to take Daniel to the doctor because he had a hashbrown. Lmao. It seems like I've been storing up the Jakisms, because I've got a ton of them. Jeff was up on the roof yesterday, and Jake told him that he better come down, because "you're going to break your neck". We call Daniel (among many, many other nicknames) Beany Bines. Jake calls him Beany Pines. I was in the kitchen trying to bust into a container of Gerber fruit puffs (which they are finally selling in Canada) and when I came back into the living room, Jake had Daniel all twisted up in the jolly jumper and had just let him go. Daniel was spinning around like he was on the tilt a whirl. I freaked out, and Jake did a fabulous impression of me when he relayed the story to Jeff later on. He is constantly asking me to crash the car. On our way to the bird sanctuary, we drive a construction site that has huge piles of dirt. So I hear "Crash Mommy crash!! Drive in the dirt Mommy!" But my favorite was at my parents house. They had a neighbour over for a quick visit, and he says to Jake, "You are quite a chatterbox". Jake says "No, I'm a ROCKSTAR!!!!"

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That's my boy!!