The 'Bumbo Dumpo'

Well... today Juliet performed what seems to be a Burka spawn rite of passage. It's what we so endearingly (cough cough) call the 'Bumbo Dumpo'.

Bumbo Dumpo

What's created when an infant sits in a mostly flat chair for 'activity time' after eating any meal. It's the result of a shooting poopie with nowhere to go (besides up the back and out the sides)

Synonyms: Pancake Poopies, Projectile Poopies, Five wipe diap.

Bouncing bean

Take it off the pages

Jackson has loved books since he was four months old. Quite a blessing. We read to him and he digests and enjoys EVERY second. Until lately...

Lately, we open a book, and Jackson recognizes so many things. Trucks. Flowers. Birds. Baby Sisters. EVERYTHING. And when the little man sees something he likes... he looks over at mama, squints his eyes and gingerly scratches the pages with an "oompfh oompfh waaa" sound. At first I said, "oh, that's cute."

But then..We're playing with the Sesame street house and the Elmo figurine with the beach ball(C'mon, there are many elmo figurines PEOPLE!!)and he pulls the same "whiny grab scratch" that he does with the books. And I realize, my little guy is trying to pull the things he likes right off the pages. And off his toys. And I melt.

LOVE this moment. Also, thank god that daddy has his own version of "whiny grab scratch" - or there would be no Jackson to begin with.

Gotta wear shades

Ladies and Gentleman, here they are...The terrible twos.

We saw signs of it in the past: Jackson, not having gotten his way would do any combination of the following:

-Spin around and fall on the floor
-Throw self on floor and jump up in an almost exorcist type motion
-Throw hands over head and make 'owahhhhhhhhh' sorts of noises

Tonight we had the pleasure of experiencing Jackson's version of World of Warcraft: 'Food as Weapons' edition.

The little prince had three different dinners given to him. We tried singing, jumping, fresh beat band, bribery and the like. Nothing.  The situation culminated with a swift lift of the plate followed by a hurling of the 'weaponry' toward mommy's head.

Jackson 1 - Mom - 0

The little man followed that up with, what seemed to be, a choreographed sequence of moves which included covering his mouth, eyes and ears while executing a series of jumps in the high chair that took him (quite literally) from one end of the room to the next.

We all know about my love affair with the vacuum and the swiffer but a rendezvous wasn't scheduled for tonight.

awesome.

baby giggles

And the 'words' keep comin

"ooooooooo eeeeeis this?" = who is this
"oouaaaaaaaaas dat?" = what's that
"badee badee" = sippy

if only he could talk as well as he dances: