Mom I beg to differ...
Friday, June 26, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Happy Father's Day!!!
Mommy and Jackson: Happy Father’s Day!
Troy: Thank you…I didn’t think you would remember
(Betsy rolls her eyes)
Troy: How about you go to the gym with me today?
Betsy: I can’t because who would watch Jackson.
Troy: The ‘Lil Valle’ (VallHall--gym daycare) is open from 11 to 2pm.
Betsy: (rolls her eyes and curses under her breath) With a smile…I guess it wouldn’t hurt!
Troy: That is the spirit (with a tap on the back)
Troy: I am going to do a circuit today and I am going to start with a 15-20 minute jog, of course you can do the jog at your own pace. I would like it if you would join me.
Betsy: My own pace is a slow walk…right back to bed!!!
Betsy: Since I am going to the gym I get three pieces of bacon for breakfast!!!
I hate when Troy is right! I went to the gym and feel a hell of a lot better. Thus, Exercise + Big Coffee in the morning = Happy and Awake Mommy. On the other hand, right when we got to the gym and handed Jackson to the “babysitter” he started screaming. I guess if my parents handed me off to a complete stranger I would cry too but wait they did….TROY!
Troy: Thank you…I didn’t think you would remember
(Betsy rolls her eyes)
Troy: How about you go to the gym with me today?
Betsy: I can’t because who would watch Jackson.
Troy: The ‘Lil Valle’ (VallHall--gym daycare) is open from 11 to 2pm.
Betsy: (rolls her eyes and curses under her breath) With a smile…I guess it wouldn’t hurt!
Troy: That is the spirit (with a tap on the back)
Troy: I am going to do a circuit today and I am going to start with a 15-20 minute jog, of course you can do the jog at your own pace. I would like it if you would join me.
Betsy: My own pace is a slow walk…right back to bed!!!
Betsy: Since I am going to the gym I get three pieces of bacon for breakfast!!!
I hate when Troy is right! I went to the gym and feel a hell of a lot better. Thus, Exercise + Big Coffee in the morning = Happy and Awake Mommy. On the other hand, right when we got to the gym and handed Jackson to the “babysitter” he started screaming. I guess if my parents handed me off to a complete stranger I would cry too but wait they did….TROY!
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Norwegian Exploits of an American Baby...
Today my morning started off great. I woke up at 7am and before I had to cry and scream for someone to get me, Daddy came and picked me up. Furthermore, my breakfast was already warm and ready to go. Daddy then processed to dance like a maniac and I thought he was pretty funny so I gave him a couple smiles. The main reason I smiled was not because he was so funny but because he looked like a fool. But he thinks it is something special when I smile so I milked it for all it was worth. My smile can already get me anything I want! Just ask Gram or Granny…
Daddy was a big help to mommy this morning as he let her sleep til 915am. Then she got me ready for my appointment with the physical therapist. My midwife or "Earth Mother" (what a silly name...last time I checked my "Earth Mother" was named Mommy) was concerned about my flat spot on the back of my head (right side). I tried telling her at my first visit that it was hard switching my big head from side to side but she didn’t listen. On the other hand, that was two weeks ago and I am much stronger now. Plus Mommy makes me practice at home, especially when I don’t want to be bothered…mean woman.
So on the car ride over I decided it would be in my best interest to take a nap before all this “physical” activity. However, when I got there I really didn’t want to be bothered. But the PT didn’t care. She poked, pried, and tested me for a whole hour. Doesn’t she know not to wake a sleeping baby…apparently not. To make matters worse when everything was over she told my Mommy,”There is nothing wrong with this baby, he is strong, healthy, and just LAZY!” She should have asked my Mommy that before she woke me up and pissed me off because you know what…MOMMY ALREADY KNEW THAT.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
The Jackson Way!!!
I used to think there was 2 ways: the right way and the wrong way. Then I moved to Norway and found out there was 3 ways: the right way, the wrong way, and the Norwegian way. THEN I was soon corrected by learning the 4th way: (the right way, the wrong way, the Norwegian way) the JACKSON way!!!
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
War at Home...
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Dear Jackson,
Time has come to put on your “big” boy pants and consider the following:
A) Sleeping more than 5 hours at night (lately it has been 3.5 to 4) or see below (B)
B) Avoiding being bright eyed and bushy tailed at 330am in the morning
C) Realization that the pacifier is not a drug that must be used prior to “good” sleep, if not see (C)
D) Therapy for crack (I mean pacifier) addiction. (It doesn’t have to be in your mouth for all hours of sleep!)
E) All of the above.
Consideration of these things would be greatly appreciated.
Much Love,
Mommy
Dear Mommy,
Maybe you should just put on your “big” girl pants and DEAL with it because I am just a baby. More to the point, it takes a lot of feedings to maintain these succulent, voluptuous rolls that all other babies envy intact.
Your favorite,
Jackson Gregory
P.S. Maybe you should talk to God about the Sun coming up at 300am!
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