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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