Jack Harold is quite the character these days. Just a few funnies I thought to document:
- Every morning when we get him up, we'll ask how he slept and what he dreamed about. If one asks "how did you sleep?" he will reply "good!" but if you ask "did you sleep good?" he will reply "noooo" with this sad, pathetic face. That usually leads to telling us he had bad dreams. And 9 times out of 10, the bad dreams are about poop.
- Speaking of poop, over the weekend we went to dinner at Giordano's. Jack did great for the most part, except for the few screams at the top of his lungs for no reason, or when he started yelling poop repeatedly. That's when the phone came out to entertain him.
- Last night during dinner as I was asking him questions about his day, etc he started answering every question with pancake. For instance, I often call him Bubba and Andrew calls him Clark, so when asking him if he'd rather be Bubba or Clark, he told me Pancake.
- He doesn't say "yes." he responds with either "k" or now, my new favorite "eeyyyy." I have nicknamed him The Fonz.
- He loves to play grocery store. He has his wallet with play money and a credit card, and will bring his groceries over for me to scan and bag, he'll pay, and then walk back to his kitchen with his little Jewel bag of groceries. So cute. Sometimes he'll start to walk away with an item that hasn't been paid for, and will start giggling like crazy when I say "excuse me sir, you need to pay for that hot dog" like he knows he's being bad. Shoplifter in training, awesome.
- Since the time change, Jack has had some trouble adjusting and has been messing around in his crib for 30-45 minutes before falling asleep. He'll sing, jabber, or find other ways to entertain himself during this time: https://vimeo.com/89525317
excuse the shaky camera work, we were cracking up.
- Every morning when we get him up, we'll ask how he slept and what he dreamed about. If one asks "how did you sleep?" he will reply "good!" but if you ask "did you sleep good?" he will reply "noooo" with this sad, pathetic face. That usually leads to telling us he had bad dreams. And 9 times out of 10, the bad dreams are about poop.
- Speaking of poop, over the weekend we went to dinner at Giordano's. Jack did great for the most part, except for the few screams at the top of his lungs for no reason, or when he started yelling poop repeatedly. That's when the phone came out to entertain him.
- Last night during dinner as I was asking him questions about his day, etc he started answering every question with pancake. For instance, I often call him Bubba and Andrew calls him Clark, so when asking him if he'd rather be Bubba or Clark, he told me Pancake.
- He doesn't say "yes." he responds with either "k" or now, my new favorite "eeyyyy." I have nicknamed him The Fonz.
- He loves to play grocery store. He has his wallet with play money and a credit card, and will bring his groceries over for me to scan and bag, he'll pay, and then walk back to his kitchen with his little Jewel bag of groceries. So cute. Sometimes he'll start to walk away with an item that hasn't been paid for, and will start giggling like crazy when I say "excuse me sir, you need to pay for that hot dog" like he knows he's being bad. Shoplifter in training, awesome.
- Since the time change, Jack has had some trouble adjusting and has been messing around in his crib for 30-45 minutes before falling asleep. He'll sing, jabber, or find other ways to entertain himself during this time: https://vimeo.com/89525317
excuse the shaky camera work, we were cracking up.
