Rascally behavior

The other day I was at the kitchen sink washing dishes, when I see Jack driving his tow-truck into the adjacent laundry room. I continue with my chore and notice the laundry room lights flicker on and off. Hmmm, how in the world? I go into the room and find Jack, not only standing on his truck........ BUT standing on the steering wheel of his truck, flipping the light switch! He pushed it against the dryer and door, and somehow managed to stand on top of it without the wheels taking off on him and leaving him splat on the floor. He's super coordinated, but jeez, no more standing on the steering wheel of your tow-truck Jack!!
And here he is in all his rascally glory. Cuddling his bunny while on his tow-truck. After hearing me tell this story, my mom said that Jack is going to give me gray hair. Hope not, but probably so! Oh well, I'm happy that he is such an adventurous and courageous boy.

My weekend

Dear Journal,

This past weekend was full of activity! Friday was an especially happy day since the IRS sent some money our way! Thank you to Jack for helping increase our return. I'm starting to understand the appeal of having more children, (she says jokingly). So the start of the weekend was spent shopping for a dining set, and my favorite--a new stove, yea!. My weekend ended with my giving a talk in Sacrament meeting, yea?. Actually it went pretty well and I needed to learn what I taught, so it was a good experience. I made sure to comment in my intro that since we've moved several times these past few years, I have spoken in sacrament meeting one too many times, so the trend better stop here! Luckily with our house, we will not be leaving in the foreseeable future. Sigh of relief.

But, the middle part of my weekend is what I'm most excited about. In case you didn't realize I have the cutest kid in the world. Seriously, the cutest. He melted my heart for about an hour one evening when he came up to me every 2-3 minutes, stretched his little face up to mine, and kissed me! Words cannot describe. Jack, please don't ever stop kissing your mother, even when I'm old and wrinkly. He is so sweet, and honestly, just the perfect mixture of sweetness with boyish mischief. An example: Jack knows not to climb up on the kitchen table and crawl around on it. He knows not to. While I was sitting down eating, he climbed up on the table and crawled over to me, blinked his innocent eyes at me, and kissed me. Then he turned around, crawled across the table and got down. Now you tell me- how am I supposed to tell him to get off the table when he is giving me kisses?! And I tell you, that is exactly why he kissed me, so he could get away with crawling on the table. As of yet, I am not immune to these mischievious kisses.

The second example of Jack's sweet mischief involves hamburger theft. On Saturday, I picked up burgers from Wendy's on the way home from shopping. Jon stayed home with Jack while I was out, so Jack had just finished his lunch by time I got home. Here we are, Jon and I enjoying our cheeseburgers when Jack pops around the corner with a certain look in his eye. I ask, "Jack, would you like a french-fry?," (he loves fries, can't get enough of them). No, he could care less about those. "Jack, would you like a bite of my burger?," as I hold the burger to his mouth. He takes a timid bite, and then walks away satisfied. Not more than a minute later he returns, wanting another bite. Only this time, he wants to hold the burger himself. Hmmm, I'm not too sure about this idea. What if he lets everything fall out?, I'm thinking to myself. Turns out he held it together and took a successful bite. "Tasty, isn't it Jack?...Give it back to Momma." (another bite). "Okay, give it back...Hey, stop!...Where are you going?!...Bring back my cheeseburger!!" Jack has stolen the burger, leaving me with the rejected french fries. Thief.

A Cuddly Boy...

I am so blessed to have a cuddler. My boy loves a good cuddle, and I am always happy to oblige!

His Mimi and Pappaw came over today and brought him a big, stuffed Easter bunny-- pictured above. I don't think he let go of it for hours, just held on tight, laying his head against its fur. On another occasion while watching him, my parents took Jack to the mall where he saw the Easter bunny (re: person in costume). Jack's reaction?? Run straight toward the giant creature and hug it. He refused to let go even though other children wanted to see the Easter bunny. He thinks all things furry and soft are made for him. Precious.