Jack at 4

Loves:
To wear his pajamas everywhere even when it's hot and he's got long jammies on
Cereal with milk (finally)
anything with sugar
superheroes....and villians...duh!
reading books
watching cartoons
PLAYING
digging in my purse for treats
playing in the dirt (while we wait for sod)
tubbies
doing things his own way and freaking out if he doesn't get it right
wrestling
Halloween stuff
earning money for stuff and constantly asking what he can buy with it
rhyming words
knock knock jokes
riddles even when he doesn't get them or if they aren't funny
bugs and spraying them with bug killer outside
dried peas, carrots and corn on the cob (the only veggies he'll eat now)
anything with a "character" or "action figure"
talking...non stop!
asking why
playing "bad kids in school"
drawing, or having me draw for him

Penny's Letter

Jack goes to pre pre-school at Nana's with Auntie Brooke. They are getting him all ready for preschool to start in the Fall. He has to wear clothes and everything! So this weekend Jack tells me he needs to write a note to Penny (teacher, AKA Brooke). He reminds me a few times and knows just what he wants to say. On the way to Nana's on Monday morning I get the paper and pen and he dictates his note. He was very clear about the exact words and I'd repeat to get it just right and this is what he wrote to her:

Dear Penny,
I know that your job is hard. It's not that I don't like you. It's just that sometimes you are difficult to deal with.
Love,
Jack

My Garbage

For some reason we talk a lot about Jack's "boys" or "B's" as Uncle Ben likes to call them. They seem to come up a lot for some reason! He's always messing with his business and adjusting. The other day we were talking about his "junk" and this is how interprets it a few days later...

In Home Depot wandering around the aisles, he's sitting in the cart. He's messing with his business:

Me: "Jack, what are you doing?"
Jack: "Just checking my garbage"

:) Oh lordy

JESUS!

Funnies:

This morning, the alarm goes off this morning and Jack and Brian get up. Brian keeps trying to wake me up, Jack's next to me in bed watching cartoons and I am just laying there eyes closed TIRED!
Brian: "Get up"
Brian: "It's getting late"
Brian: "Honey, GET UP"
Jack: "Mommy, daddy is yellin' at ya...JESUS!"
ME: eyes pop open and crack up!

My destiny is in your hands

Staying over at the Badgers in their guest room which is pitch black with no windows, it could be noon and feel like midnight in there. Jack was trying to wake me up and I swear it felt like it was only 6 AM, but it was more like 8:30 and Jack was cojoling me to turn cartoons on for him and says

Come on mom, just turn on some cartoons.
It's OK mom, just some cartoons.

OK, OK (I say reaching for the remote in the dark).

My destiny is in your hands mommy.

Catching farts

We were visiting the Badgers in Olympia this weekend and Jack was lazing around on their big leather chair and ottoman. I was sitting at the table with Brooke and Sally and look over at him and he's got his hands down his pants and I ask him:

Hey Jack, what are you doing?

Catching my fart.

He cupped his hand perfectly over the "air" to catch it and smell it. His-terical! The super funny thing is, he's never done this, no one in our family does it and I don't know where he learned it. He does it every time he farts and it is disgusting and I die laughing every time!

On visiting Santa

I am trying to talk up our visit to see Santa tomorrow so that Jack won't be shy like he was last year. We role play him sitting on my lap and practicing what he's going to ask for (the Batman Lego Arkham Asylum of course!) and he has fun doing that. About 30 minutes later after he's all tucked in to bed and has been quite for awhile he says....
Hey wait a second mommy, how are we possibly going to get to the north pole?