Jack's Christmas breakfast ... someone clearly likes Cheerios!
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Friday, December 25, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
A Snowy Playdate
Jack and I were able to spend some time with our cousins, Alyson, Matthew and Elizabeth. We had SO much fun. Jack loved watching Matthew and Elizabeth play and they were so great with Baby Jack.
Surprisingly, Jack didn't mind the cold weather! He loved sitting outside - too bad the little stumps of his snowsuit wouldn't let him touch the snow ... He tried so hard to examine it - but nothing good came of that ...
Snowyface makes Jack a sad boy.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Two Mo' Toofers
So I hung Jack upside-down to get sneak peak at what drove us both crazy during my finals... and there they are.
I'd like them to stay where they are at, because I am sure once they drop, my little munchkin won't look like a baby no mo'. :(
I'd like them to stay where they are at, because I am sure once they drop, my little munchkin won't look like a baby no mo'. :(
Monday, December 14, 2009
Double Digits: 10 Months
10 months = little terror in training ... prepping early for his terrible 2's ... Can't complain. This kid spits out personality every second. He definitely is his father's son.
too excited to sit.
hitting his hippo in the face.
taking him for a ride.
stop. stand up and dance a bit.
wait - better yet -
let's get on the end table...
too excited to sit.
hitting his hippo in the face.
taking him for a ride.
stop. stand up and dance a bit.
wait - better yet - 
let's get on the end table...Sunday, December 13, 2009
Jack Meets Santa
Jack met Santa ... twice. And BOTH times, he was all smiles. Well, the first time he just wanted his crackers, bored by Mr. Claus. But when meeting the REAL Santa (the mall Santa) he was all smiles and claps. Everyone prepared to have him scream and cry ... they wouldn't let Jack sit on his lap until the last minute, camera-ready. They didn't understand the Jack is a Rockstar... no special prep needed. They were all kind of amazed when Jack smiles and clapped; I, of course, wasn't. My favorite part was when we left, he turned around and looked at Santa and smiled so big I could see all his teeth and it made his eyes shut.
Santa at the Armory Christmas party.
Jack & the Real Santa ...Santa is his Homeboy. wurd.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
A Chistmas Poem
(I did not write this ...)
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love, I would sleep,
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack; brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts,
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light.
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before.
My Gramps died at Pearl on a day in December."
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas Gram always remembers."
"My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures; he's sure got her smile."
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
"I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life for my sister or brother,
Who stand at the front against any and all
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."
"So go back inside," he said, "Harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least?
Give you money," I asked, "Or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
for being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
that we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love, I would sleep,
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack; brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts,
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light.
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before.
My Gramps died at Pearl on a day in December."
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas Gram always remembers."
"My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures; he's sure got her smile."
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
"I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life for my sister or brother,
Who stand at the front against any and all
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."
"So go back inside," he said, "Harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least?
Give you money," I asked, "Or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
for being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
that we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Dearest Jack
My sweet baby boy... Your mommy is trying to write a paper and redesign all of the work you lost...
Translation: "Go to bed and stop banging on my semiotics project!!! It's 1am for crying out loud!"
Saturday, December 5, 2009
DC is a Success
Last night was the closing reception for Denotation Connotation. It was a success! We all received positive feedback on all of our work. We all worked hard and it was really beneficial for all of us to semi-end the semester with warm and fuzzies. Thanks to you guys for coming out!
I got my own wall. An entire wall ... allllll for me. Just me. No one else.
I got my own wall. An entire wall ... allllll for me. Just me. No one else.
Get over YOURSELF, not myself.
A is for Apple, Go North, Vork Verbergen, Entitlement, I Heart Bacon, Resources
Title wall - 'My Dachshund Bit the Mailman on the Ear'(Mine is in the middle)
4/5 Group Shot: Tori, Jermaine, Ashley, and myself.Wednesday, December 2, 2009
You Love 'em But Sometimes ....
[Fill in the blank.]
It's the last week of classes - Time to turn everything in. You know ... the kind of week that even if you didn't have a full time job and a baby to raise, all by yourself ... you'd STILL be up all night ... finishing your work.
It's the last week of classes - Time to turn everything in. You know ... the kind of week that even if you didn't have a full time job and a baby to raise, all by yourself ... you'd STILL be up all night ... finishing your work.
Jack has been dubbed 'Jack the Ripper' by a classmate. And when he's old enough to understand ... I'll be sure to go in great detail how sick to my stomach I am right now.
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