"Clean up!", Jack said this morning after emptying the contents of my armoire. He happily sat in a pile of my underwear, bras, pj pants, and who knows what else. He picked up approximately two pieces of clothing in his efforts to help. Then he runs onto the next project: unloading my jewelry box, leaving a wake of bracelets on the closet floor...and a few on his arm. "Bacebets," he says. He dances around to Hot Diggity Dog, then clambors up to the bed to test our poor dog's patience. "Mimmie niiice," he says as he lays on her belly and then slaps her face. I continuously have to remind him that the doggies are for loving. Then he says, "under?" and crawls under the covers to seek shelter. This week, he has been in time-out every day at the sitter's. A smack in the face, knocking off a chair, and even a hair pull. All for the same poor kid. This morning as we got to the sitter's, Jack happily shared his Cheerios with said boy and they were pals again. Half the time he runs off to play and forgets me in the doorway. Then, just as I'm leaving he runs and wraps his arms around me for one last goodbye hug. And then point at the squirrels in the yard. Or the bunny eating grass.


Jack is getting zanier than ever. Quite the headstrong little fellow...hmmm, I wonder where he gets that. He let's me know when I am wrong - "no, momma" and "mommy, don't say that". He is obsessed with his frog rain boots. He wears them all of the time, sometimes the right feet, sometimes the wrong. "Boots on!" he'll sing. He loves to wear them with shorts, wearing only a diaper, and out to play.

I decided today that it is time for this post to be well, posted. I think I started writing it a month ago. Maybe more. I'll be back soon.