The Third Day

Today is what I call the dreaded "Third Day". Every time Jack gets sick, the third day is always the worst. The third day is when the exhaustion of no sleep for both of us manifests and both of our nerves are shot. I try and push fluids and he pushes me away and yells. He melts down at the little things and then I yell. The third day is never pretty at my house. However, this isn't the worst. The worst is when I get him down for his nap and my mind starts to wander to a happier place. My dream place......

I imagine that Jay and I have a lovely ranch somewhere like this.....


And that Jack stays outside, happy and content, playing in the hose all day like this....


And then I imagine THIS in chaps and mucky cowboy boots and then suddenly......


I imagine another one of these....


Which inevitably would bring many more third days and the vicious cycle begins again.

Liar Liar Pants on Fire

When we moved to Virginia everyone said, "Winter sure will be easier for you guys here! It never snows!". I wonder what else the Virginians are lying about :)

Talk is Cheap

Jack doesn't talk. He is perfectly happy in this little world of his without words. The Dr. attributes it to his need for speed.... "He is too busy for talking. He is more focused on throwing balls and climbing things. He will get to it eventually." How true. One of his only words is ball. However, he is probably one of the funniest people I've ever met. His personality is one of a kind. He makes me laugh almost to tears at least once a day.








The other morning I went to get him out of bed and found him completely and utterly naked. He had unzipped his pajamas, slid off his diaper and was as proud as could be. Since I force him to wear a diaper because he doesn't want to pee in the toilet yet, he likes to at least have some crack showing.

I hope you all have seen Happy Gilmore. You will really appreciate the first video :)