Train table is under construction No comments yet
It’s almost done. We lacked a small curved piece (now acquired) and now we need a dowel or something to use for struts for the upper rails.
Eeek! he likes it so much already!
Train table dilema 2 comments
Jack loves a train table. And I bought him a bunch of expansion packs for his little wooden set.
I’ve always been slightly against train tables because they don’t let you change the tracks round. Where’s the fun in glued down tracks?!
However, I might be changing my mind.
Maybe a train table with glued down tracks force you to be more creative in how you set up the stuff AROUND the tracks. Maybe a glued down train table is like coming home in it’s comforting sameness.
I do know that a glued down train table would be easier for me, less cleanup and less having to come over and fix the tracks because Jack has ripped them up and thrown them across the room.
Coming soon to DIY Corner: How to build a train table out of an end table that you already have, some plywood and some paint.
Ignore that last No comments yet
Jack totally had a full on tantrum that I couldn’t fix. I had no idea what his deal was! finally I otld him it was time out time and put him in his crib for a minute. That of course did not work one bit. Finally bribes of peanut butter crackers worked.
we watched the Harvey Karp video. But hot damn, I feel like such a tool trying to do the toddlerese bullshit. OH WELL. I will persevere.
Jack practically has hair. sort of. almost. No comments yet
Check out the lush head of hair on this boy!
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Well, we can dream. but you CAN see that he is getting some hair.
Ignore that last No comments yet
Ignore that last bullshit about a vintage tea set. I bought Jack a cute as all hell curious george tin tea set today at Baby Alula on Piedmont.
do doot doot do doot do 2 comments
That’s the noise I make when I am holding a toy animal and making it walk around. Jack does it now to, not only when he is walking a toy animal around but also when HE walks around. It’s awesome.
Right now he has been playing with his fisher price farm house for 20 minutes. He had all my smurfs crammed into one room likea horrible smurf orgy on the farm gone wrong and now his vibrating bunny and the poison dart frog are going for a ride on a tractor.
I love watching kids play like that and (when I’m not trying to do other things) I love doing it with them. This might just be that I am still as obsessed with tiny things now as when I was a kid. Speaking of tiny, I am in the market for a vintage kids tea set, not doll tea set, but kid sized. Let me know if you have one for sale…
Vim has indicated that we are watching the Harvey Karp Happiest Toddler on the Block video tonight. On Monday Jack did NOT want to have his Jacket put back on when we were out playing and so he collapsed on the ground crying and I had to like fuss around trying to put a jacket on a totally limp crying child, which was annoying to say the least. But he seems like he’s pretty easily consoled, it’s not like it goes on for 20 minutes. So, what I’m saying is that I am not concerned or annoyed.
But I do continue to have a nagging worry that some day I will realized that his happy, amiabl personailty has disappeared. DO NOT WANT. It won’t right? He’ll always be so happy and sweet, RIGHT? tell me.
Squalid tales from the trenches 4 comments
I’ve had a few squalid incidents lately and neither of them horrified me as much as it should have, in fact, both made me LOLZ for like 10 minutes straight.
Jack has been continueing his clothing strike. He HATES clothes and especially a diaper. Baby torture device! How could you!
Mostly I let him be naked but you know, when we go outside the compound clothing is not optional. also, for napping one, if one is a baby, must have a diaper and pants on. Um, where am i going with this?
So there I am putting a diaper and pants on a squirming baby, the diaper is mostly on and I have shoved him into some pants and I went out to the living room and put him down and gave his back a (gentle) shove. Hahah, omg it’s so sad yet hilarious. So I shove him towards Tim and he just falls flat on his face and I keep walking. I had put both legs in the same pant leg.
Because of said aversion to clothes Jack often eats his meals naked and sometimes I don’t even bother with a high chair I just put his food on the little tiny frog table in the kitchen and he eats and wanders around. One afternoon he was eating some elbow noodles at his frog table and he had dragged a comfy pillow over to sit on. I was off at the computer or being fanned by the pool boy, I hear Jack’s questioning noise that he makes when he has spilled something and I go over there in time to see him standing in a puddle pf pee covered in noodles in the act of putting one of said noodles in his mouth.
screamy things No comments yet
I don’t know if I can accurately describe how apeshit Jack was in the bath this evening. None of this wussy splashing in the tub anymore. He swooshes himself around causing a whirlpool/hurricane/tidal wave sort of thing all while screaming at the top of his lungs.Then, he’ll fling himself face forwards into the water and kick his legs, then he’ll get up and scream some more while banging on the wall with a stick.
Why do i have a stick in the bathtub with him you ask?
Whatever.
APESHIT
We went to the FIRE AND FUNGUS FESTIVAL.
Doesn’t that sound really cool? FIRE! FUNGUS! WOOO!
Really it was a bunch of nerds geeking out about mushrooms all looking at you with hopeful puppy dog eyes, “please don’t think I’m a nerd because I love mushrooms so much I sleep with them on my pillow!”
I just nod carefully and back away slowly.
Jack spent most of the time screaming at the mummified animals, his usual M.O. And Vim and I walked away with a VERY COOL bag of mycelium in some damp ground cover. This we will store away for the 3 weeks in the deepest darkest remotest corners of our house and then we’ll have to consult the internet because I wasn’t super clear about the rest of the instructions.
Hopefully it will result in some oyster mushrooms of delicious proportions.
times call for measures, certainly. No comments yet
It’s 8:30 in the morning and Jack is sitting next to me in his high chair naked with a plate of eggs and toast AND a demolished piece of pizza (used to be mine). Now he wants my current piece of pizza and is screaming his head off.
The other morning he was being so impossible that I got online and ordered the harvey karp happiest toddler on the block dvd and had it express shipped. of course, now that it’s here, I have not looked at it. But that’s just how I roll.
The pizza I made last night kicks ass. Pepperoni, green pepper, kalamata olive, roma tomato. yum. I used the most recent ‘no roll’ pizza dough recipe from cooks illustrated. It’s easy and comes out fluffy and airy.
Last night at dinner Jack asked to sit on a big person chair. And so he did but then I ended up eating most of his dinner because he kept scooting off the chair and I was HUNGRY.
Now he’s over here humping a red soft block he brought it over here specially…
Jack was obsessed with his nest but ever since fangsgiving we have had the little tent set up in the living room and he loves that more. He drags all his blankets and toys in there and then run out, runs around the house screaming and then plummets headlong back into the tent. once he’s in there all i can hear is screaming (in delight) and all i can see is the tent billowing out everywhere as he bounces off the walls.
Jack never stops moving but at least he doesn’t demand I watch every move. I CAN futz around with stuff and watching out of the corner of my eye and every once in a while he will ask me ot come see something or get in teh tent with him.
I’ve signed myself up for some shit that I don’t want to do. 6 months ago I did want to do it. But now, I realize that the last thing i fucking need right now is a non techy client on my ass needing shit and not knowing how to send me a jpg or whatever. FUCK! How do I get out of it?
I’ve been considering making thank you for not being perky more spats focused. Like making the index page a (now he has two soft blocks for humping over here) company page and moving the blog to be one directory deeper.
I need some hot punk girls to be models for me. *cough*
I love it when Vim is crafty 1 comment
Vim was crafty SEVERAL times this weekend thusly filling me with a deep and satisfied glowy feeling.
Lat night he puttered around my sewing machine for, like, ever and emerged with this totally cute as hell t-shirt for Jack.
BEHOLD!
First, he cut a onesie off at the leg holes so that it is now just a shirt.
then, he fussed about figuring out how to finish the bottom.
I think he decided on a an overlock stitch and then a blind hem, but you’l have to ask him for the details.
and finally, he applied that cute stencil that he must have picked up at the Bazaar Bizarre yesterday.
Go Vim!