Jakob Marcus!
It's pretty exciting that the weather is changing. This is of course bittersweet because one day it could be totally nice out and the next either rainy or breezy. The little boy does not understand this and feels that no matter what the weather is like outside he should be. . . outside.
It doesn't help that Santa brought him a brand new kick-butt wagon and he occasionally sees his Batman four wheeler in the downstairs office. It's technically "up on blocks" sitting on top of papers and the other clutter we've amassed in this catch all area so when he sits on it and revs the engine (all 10 amps of it) the wheels go but he doesn't move. He thinks it's pretty funny (mommy does not).
The title of this post is "Jakob Marcus!" for one very good reason. He's been hearing his first and second name a lot lately and for many of you who grew up with parents who said yours you know its not a good thing. Jakob is still the perfect junior superhero any parent could ask for, but his other side has begun to show. Spiderman dealt with the black suit, Batman with his past, the Hulk with tailored shirts. For Jakob it has to be stubbornness on steroids.
Jakob likes to play a fun game where we ask him to do something or give him a choice on which thing he would like to have/do. Lately, he has been picking a third option which was not part of the original two OR not responding at all. This leads us to then pick for him or leave said area without making a choice (we choose to LEAVE Target), and as you can imagine chaos ensues.
The saving grace at home is that if we want Jakob to do something and he's not moving when we ask him to, we just throw up our hands and say, "Okay, Daddy (or Mommy) do it then." This is met with, "No, NO! MY do it!" We know it's only going to be a matter of time before he figures this out and then begins to try to outsmart us again.
Speaking of that, he is quite clever. He came into the living room the other day with a gallon of milk and a cup and said, "Milk Mommy?" One more thing for us to watch out for that this surprisingly strong boy can do. He's also very sneaky about how he goes about getting what he wants. He will take your hand lovingly and walk around with you getting you closer and closer to the stairs. Then he will lead you down the stairs and say "downstairs" in this sort of "well, we're already half way down and there's so much we COULD be doing there. . . why not just go, right? I mean the XBOX isn't going to play itself, right? And don't get me started on the guitar and drum!"
So, some days we're learning as much as he does. The good news is that he's still the best looking, smartest kid in his class, a charmer, kitchen dancer and one world-class cuddler. After a long day of bad, all it takes is "see me Daddy" and my day rocks.
Next week, we're on vacation to Branson with my mom and dad. Should be fun and it will be nice to have a little time off.
More soon.
It doesn't help that Santa brought him a brand new kick-butt wagon and he occasionally sees his Batman four wheeler in the downstairs office. It's technically "up on blocks" sitting on top of papers and the other clutter we've amassed in this catch all area so when he sits on it and revs the engine (all 10 amps of it) the wheels go but he doesn't move. He thinks it's pretty funny (mommy does not).
The title of this post is "Jakob Marcus!" for one very good reason. He's been hearing his first and second name a lot lately and for many of you who grew up with parents who said yours you know its not a good thing. Jakob is still the perfect junior superhero any parent could ask for, but his other side has begun to show. Spiderman dealt with the black suit, Batman with his past, the Hulk with tailored shirts. For Jakob it has to be stubbornness on steroids.
Jakob likes to play a fun game where we ask him to do something or give him a choice on which thing he would like to have/do. Lately, he has been picking a third option which was not part of the original two OR not responding at all. This leads us to then pick for him or leave said area without making a choice (we choose to LEAVE Target), and as you can imagine chaos ensues.
The saving grace at home is that if we want Jakob to do something and he's not moving when we ask him to, we just throw up our hands and say, "Okay, Daddy (or Mommy) do it then." This is met with, "No, NO! MY do it!" We know it's only going to be a matter of time before he figures this out and then begins to try to outsmart us again.
Speaking of that, he is quite clever. He came into the living room the other day with a gallon of milk and a cup and said, "Milk Mommy?" One more thing for us to watch out for that this surprisingly strong boy can do. He's also very sneaky about how he goes about getting what he wants. He will take your hand lovingly and walk around with you getting you closer and closer to the stairs. Then he will lead you down the stairs and say "downstairs" in this sort of "well, we're already half way down and there's so much we COULD be doing there. . . why not just go, right? I mean the XBOX isn't going to play itself, right? And don't get me started on the guitar and drum!"
So, some days we're learning as much as he does. The good news is that he's still the best looking, smartest kid in his class, a charmer, kitchen dancer and one world-class cuddler. After a long day of bad, all it takes is "see me Daddy" and my day rocks.
Next week, we're on vacation to Branson with my mom and dad. Should be fun and it will be nice to have a little time off.
More soon.
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