schedule? who am I kidding?

Sometimes, this is the only way Jax will get an afternoon nap. I'm okay with that. When he sleeps 7-9 (and sometimes 10!) hours at night, he can do whatever he wants in the day. I've concluded that I'm really not likely going to try to put him on any kind of schedule any time soon. It's just really not in me. At this point, I'm happy to let him call the shots, as it's going well and we're all getting such good night sleeps. When things get crazy and he starts developing undesirable habits, then I'll have to come up with a plan. Until then, just plug your ears, baby ... It's loud in this house!


Looking cute (and like cousin Isaac, maybe?) after a bath. I found this Moses basket at the thift store in Prince Rupert and my friend Deb made the bedding for it. I love it. And he's snuggled in a Norwex baby towel. So cozy. He's re-growing the hair on the font half of his head, and his acne is really clearing up. Hopefully he won't have an awkward stage like that for at least another 12 years.


Soaking up some sunshine ...


I've been compiling a list of some things Max has had to say lately. Enjoy.

When we die do we have to be a nudie?

Max likes bacon. (He asks me to write that whenever he sees I'm writing a list.)

Remember, in your head (taps my head), to give me a hug and a kiss when you come back. He's really into the extra hugs and kisses and I love yous lately. Really, really into them. Major trauma if they're not given.

Take that out of your head. Forget that I said that. (After he "ruined" the surprise of a valentine card that was to arrive in the mail, sent from preschool last week.)

It's nice when Jax is awake and drinking. It's nice when he's not crying.

After he ran to open the door when the doorbell rang, and I wasn't with him, and I wasn't prepared to issue an appropriate consequence. I said I would talk it over with Paul. When Paul came home, totally unknowing of the situation ...
Daddy, do you know a consequence?
We decided he wouldn't be allowed to drive his Jeep for one week.
Oh, that's not so bad of a consequence. I have other trucks I can play with outside.

Edited to add this nugget from the day after I posted this:
Mommy, I'm so sorry. I accidentally ate a cookie.
(Thanks, Cor.)

And from Marty ...
It's okay Jax, I here. It's okay Jax, Mommy here. Shh, shh, shh. Mommy, he want milk.

When anyone so much as looks at Jaxon, and especially if they are holding him
(... with a little scowl and a shake of his finger ...)
Dat's not your baby. Dat's Mommy's baby. Not yours. Mommy's.