Sunday, March 8, 2009

Meltdown in Progress

Stage One: Having fun


Stage Two: Happily taunting Jonah, but a little tired


Stage Three: Manic Laughter (sure sign that meltdown is in progress)


Stage Four: Face Rubbing


Stage Five: High-pitched Whining/Brow Furrowing

Stage Six: Total Meltdown - not pictured. Trust me. You don't want to see it.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Guardian Angel

Jonah has ventured into the world of things that go bump in the night. I don't really think he's scared of the dark. He just has a flare for the dramatic and it's oh so fun to hide under his blankets and reenact episodes of Caillou.

The other night, he was going through the list of things that are scary, and I finally said, "Jonah, if something's scary, and Mama isn't there, just ask your angels to help you. What are your angels' names?" Jonah looked up and appeared to be lost in a memory. A few moments later he said, "Mama, my angel is Toby."

I sometimes wonder if babies see angels, and I think Jonah may actually have a memory of an angel named Toby. It's good to know who's watching after my J-Bear!

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Spring Baby and Little Rebel

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

FLA (Future Lawyers of America)

We are raising a future lawyer. It's funny. But it's not. Jonah seems insistent on finding the loop hole in every rule.

For Example:
The rule has been declared. It is no throwing ANYTHING when Gracie's in the room.

(Just for clarity's sake, Puppy is Jonah's stuffed animal. Not our actual dog. And Jonah has already attempted to throw Puppy twice.)

Attempt #1 to find loophole:
Jonah: Puppy's gonna FLY!
Me: No throwing anything when Gracie's in the room.

Attempt #2:
Jonah: I'll jes frow it behind the couch.
Me: No throwing anything when Gracie's in the room.

Attempt #3:
Jonah: Free, two, one....blast off! *Puppy is catapulted across the living room*
Me: No throwing anything when Gracie's in the room. Time out.

Jonah: *sitting in time out* *wailing* *nashing of teeth* *tearing of clothes* * more wailing*

Jonah: Sorry Mama. I not gonna frow Puppy anymore.

Attempt #4:
Jonah: I'll just frow this little bitty bear
Me: Jonah! No throwing ANYthing when Gracie's in the room. Understand?

Jonah: Yes mam.

Attempt #5:
Jonah: *teeny tiny underhanded toss of Little Bitty Bear*
Me: Time out.

Jonah: *sitting in time out* *wailing* *nashing of teeth* *tearing of clothes* * more wailing*

Jonah: Sorry Mama.

Jonah: I'll go frow Puppy in my room.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Great Grandpa

Gracie got to meet Great-Grandpa this weekend...

Without delay, she attempted to steal his best accessory...