He will kill me for this one, but what if I forget it?

A few weeks Heath and I were discussing issues related to Jacob's premature birth, specifically his circumcision before he weighed 4 lbs. I'm not sure he was in the room while we were discussing this but he was in and out. Heath said something like: He's basically got a foreskin. We'll need to take care of this with (blah blah blah.) Jacob rode his scooter by and said: 'hey deddy hey deddy hey deddy in September I'll have five skin." and scooted away.

it's a big deal that he's turning 5 soon.

* Tonight Jim asked Jacob what he wants to be when he grows up his immediate response was: a FAMOUS Wrestler. his wrestling name? Danger Lad.

Missing my baby

Jake and I have been together all but about 10 hours since school finished. We have argued and we've hugged. He's gotten out of trouble more than once with 'but i just want some lovin' I left this morning and am in NYC for a few days. I miss that boy so much. that old adage...absence makes the heart grow fonder. I think it smothers my soul. It fills me with hope and joy and purpose.

Tonight he told me " you're spending the night in You York City and tomorrow I'm going to spend the night at college." wow. I think it will feel like that. it will feel like one day he just starts spending the night at college.

Every night I read him a story and sing him a song. I know that one day he'll get tired of that. he's already spending more time in his room not wanting us. I think the best gift a parent can give a child is for that child to know enough to not need the parent....to that I add, but please want to be around me!!!

I'm really proud of the kid he's becoming.
I'm in love!

Holidays are over

Well it turns out that Jacob has inherited the post Christmas blues from us. His first Christmas we were intent on leaving mama and daddy's house and going home on Christmas day. We waited until late afternoon and drove the 27 miles home. Jacob was 3 months old and asleep. Heath and I really couldn't even look at each other. We got home and I got the baby and Heath got his Christmas stuff and we went in through different doors. We met in the middle and both of us were crying. The thought of being in that house with the wilted Christmas decorations was almost too much. We stood there and hugged and sobbed and Heath said...wanna go back? So we repacked clothes and bottles and we drove that 27 miles right back to Yazoo where the wilted Christmas decorations were at least surrounded by family. My momma and daddy laughed at us...do to this day...but I know that they were thrilled that we came back. Sometimes its just so good to stretch out those good days as best you can.

Jacob had a great christmas this year. He spent time with his cousins...all of them. Aden and Sara got scooters from Jacob and with mountains of wrapping paper and hills of boxes and mounds of toys scattered everywhere, the 3 of them rode those scooters more than anything.

After we came home Christmas Night, we all were a little grumpy, a lot sad and ready to find something to occupy our minds. Heath and I began the process of moving Jacob into the back room. He has been dissatisfied with his blue room...mostly because he is pretty sure that his bunk beds will fit in our green room. he likes it. It has room for his computer, his TV, and his 1000 toys. here's a pic of him playing today with his moonsand. if it will load

Mari Turner's Birthday

We went to a great birthday party today. Jacob's cousin Mari Turner turns 2 this week. She is a princess. Turner's mom, Randa, lived with us before Turner was born and Jacob thinks of her as one of his favorite people. True to form, Jacob was the only kid who cried and cried because he had to leave the party. (Almost everyone else was gone or leaving.) He loves his drama! I think he gets that from his dad. He looks like his dad.

We've got Christmas decorations up. Last night Jacob was trying with all his might to talk his dad into decorating the whole house. He's thinking Griswald house. We came up with a compromise...he now has icicle lights hanging from his bunk bed. Much more tasteful!

He's a funny kid

Jacob was born about 7 weeks early and weighed in at 3lbs 10 oz. I sent out an email with a picture and a friend of mine commented that he looked 'concerned.' Not, 'oh he's beautiful' or 'oh how cute/sweet/other inanity you use about a baby!' Concerned. I suppose it was true. He was long, skinny and looked like his dad. He was covered in a fine coat of hair. Jacob's daddy always said we could EITHER have a monkey and name it 'Baby' or have a baby and name it "Monkey" so I think he got the best of both worlds. Since Jacob's daddy is a doctor I managed to talk the NICU into letting us bring him home before he reached 5lbs. Half way home as I was holding up his tiny head to make sure his air ways didn't become obstructed I realized that I'd lost my mind! I didn't know anything about babies and I really didn't know anything about tiny babies! As it turns out they don't stay tiny for long. Jacob has had no medical problems, will probably start college at 17 and is hilarious.

Last night Jake and I were home alone. He has this habit of getting in my space, especially if I need a little extra. I told him to back out of my face and he said "but i just wanted to git you a kiss' with a kiss on the mouth. How can you stay angry even as you know without question that you are in the midst of a short term con? I started a new diet with personality consequences and we were getting on each other's nerves. He decided to get a wrench out and work on some of the Christmas tree ornaments. I made the obligatory "remember those can break" comment and of course an ornament fell off the tree and busted. His little face was solemn. Then it was red. Then he started to cry. Then he broke into a fit of hysteria. Being wise and tender of heart I didn't fuss about the mess and instead tried to head of the panic in my child's voice. (PS I'm seldom wise or tender of heart). He got in my lap and cried and cried and cried. I finally understood "Everything I do is wrong wrong wrong" (which is among the saddest things I've ever heard) and then the kicker: "Santa is never going to come see me because I broke Christmas." Luckily his Nonnie and Poppie stopped by at that instant and pulled a rescue.

I don't know if every day will have a story or picture. I do plan on at least leaving a couple of his quotes for the day. My favorite from today was about his cousin:

"Aden ruined my day!" He may look like his dad but he loves his drama like me!