Typical Jack

Typical Jack

Friday, December 30, 2011

Mommy, what is sake?

For a brief moment I thought that Jack was a genius. I thought that he'd seen Japanese Sake and had sounded it out! At two! And we didn't even buy those "Your Baby Can Read" DVDs that we were so tempted by when Jack was a wee little pip of a thing. How exciting! 


Then I decided to ask a question... "What do you mean, 'sake'?"  My child looked at me as if I was, perhaps, the least intelligent being to walk upright. Ever. And he replied, "sake Mommy. Be good for goodness sake. What is sake?"


Jack: 1, Mommy: 0... he's still a friggin' genius.




Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Au voir for now, Trixie

Trixie, our Elf-on-the-Shelf with a past (exotic dancer? prostitute? we don't know, she he isn't talking), headed back to the North Pole last night. I'm not going to lie, it was a little sad. Over the last month Jack has become quite attached to the little guy (for the purposes of this post and my husband's psyche we'll refer to Trixie as a boy elf, but to me he seems a bit, um, feminine, but anyway...) 


Every morning Jack's come to ask, oh so inquisitively, "Where's Trixie?" and the search begins! We scurry around the house trying to find him (not so tough given that we've identified that there are a precious few good hiding spaces in our home). On the not-so-rare occasion where Jack isn't exactly being an angel, we give a quick glance to Trixie and, at least some of the time, his halo, albeit often tarnished and dinged, reappears. But alas, it is time for Trixie to head back to her, eh, his home with Santa in the Elf Village at the North Pole. We read the book about Trixie last night, we blew him a kiss and said good-bye, and there was a tear, or maybe two, that fell from our appreciative eyes. Until next year, Trixie.



Thursday, December 22, 2011

Merry Christmas to YOU Mommy

There's something magical about your child understanding Christmas for the first time. Now, when I say understanding Christmas I don't mean the whole Christ and manger and wise men and Jesus thing; I mean the whole being naughty or nice, Santa and believing thing. Magical I'll tell you. This was Jack's year. He understood, for the most part, that Santa was going to pay attention to whether he was a good boy or a bad boy. Now, there's comedy in that because on several occasions I'd say things like "how was your day?" and Jack would reply "I was a good boy today. Santa likes good boys." Me: "That's great, but Jack, Mommy and Daddy likes good boys too! You should be good because Mommy and Daddy like it when your good." Jack: "Um, Mommy, I good cause Santa likes good boys." Well alrighty then! 


Which leads me to this post.. There's nothing like looking into your son's eyes and saying "Merry Christmas, Jack" and having him reply, "Merry Christmas to you, Mommy" with more sincerity than I thought possible from a 2 (almost 3) year old. Maybe it's because he was trying to be good for Santa, maybe it's because the season of magic is affecting him, maybe it's because he's the best kid ever... or maybe, just maybe, it's because we're doing an ok job. 





Tuesday, November 15, 2011

This one's too little for Daddy...

Last night I was out to dinner with some colleagues so missed reading to Jack and putting him to bed. My husband had to take over these responsibilities that I tend to cherish and am not great at sharing. 

This morning, when Jack bellowed, "Mommy, I'm awake. Can you come in here?" I had my feet on the floor before he could finish summonsing me. After collecting and extra hug and kiss from him, he pointed to his big, red chair and asked me if we could read some books. How can you say no, right? So we started by reading the Baby Pumpkin book (yes, I know we're well past Halloween, but it's a book, right?), then went on to the tractor book, and last, he pointed to a Tigger book and said, "can we read the Tigger book? The Tigger book is too little for Daddy, but you're little like me, so can we read it?" Chris had told Jack that the print was too small for him to read. Jack interpreted that as meaning the book was too small for a man as big and tall and strong as his Daddy (OK, so maybe I'm embellishing a big, sue me). We read the Tigger book. Twice. And inside I found a certain peace with the fact that Jack identifies that there are things that Daddy can't do, but Mommy can, and there are things that Mommy can't do that Daddy can. Together I think we'll all get this whole family thing.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Chickenpants, chickenpants, chickenpants, hold my hand...

Two nights ago my husband had to put a band aid on his finger. After putting the band aid on he said, "you know, the reason I don't want to wear this has nothing to do with the fact that it's a Toy Story band aid, but it's because I know that the first question I'm going to get tomorrow morning is 'Wha happened, Daddy? Why you wearin' a bundaid?'" Well, sure enough he was dead-on. The morning started with the ever so familiar, "Mommy! Daddy! Mommy! Daddy! I'm awake! Please come get me, we go downstairs!" Halfway down the stairs the interrogation started. "Daddy, wha happened? Why you wearin' a bundaid?" The things that he notices and gets hung up on are just so funny.

Cut to this morning. Jack had gotten up about an hour earlier with my husband. I came downstairs wearing a new pair of pajama pants that happen to have chickens on them. "Hi Momm- what aaye you wearin'? Why you have chickens on you?" For the next 30 minutes we talked about why chickens are on my pants, whether they were real chickens or not, what color the chickens were, whether or not the dogs on the pants were eggs or not, etc., etc., etc.," Who knew that chickenpants could be such a rich topic of conversation.



Wednesday, November 9, 2011

My Listening Ears

An exciting day in any child's life - the day he or she receives his or her first ears. Yes, we're talking about the ubiquitous black Mickey Mouse ears with the child's name emblazoned on the back in barely legible gold script (note: said script has been updated since I was a child and there are now legible scripts available). There we were - on Main Street, USA in Magic Kingdom, with Jack getting his first ears - exciting times. 
It's important to point out that Jack is a typical 2 year old little boy. Sometimes he listens, but most of the time, well, he doesn't. At school, and at home, we often remind him to put his "listening ears" on when it's not so obvious that he's listening. We put our hands in our pockets and say "ok, time to put your listening ears on," take our hands out of our pockets, and make a clicking noise motioning someone attaching ears to his or her head. Well, Jack wasn't so psyched about putting his Mickey ears on, but reluctantly did so. Upon seeing his own shadow he said, very excitedly, "Mommy, look! I think these are my listening ears!" If only we'd known that we would have brought him to Disney World so much sooner!

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

The wheels on the bus go round and round..

It's no great secret that I love singing. And dancing. And making up my own words to the melodies of popular songs. Well, the metaphorical apple does not fall far from the metaphorical tree. Earlier today, on our way to the airport, Jack started singing the ever-popular "Wheels on the Bus" song. Most people know the lyrics, but to remind you...

The wheels on the bus go round and round
Round and round
Round and round
The wheels on the bus go round and round
All through the town...

The driver on the bus says "move on back"
Move on back
Move on back
The driver on the bus says "move on back"
All through the town...

There's a verse about the babies on the bus crying, and the next verse is about the Mommies on the bus.

The Mommies on the bus say "I love you"
I love you
I love you
The Mommies on the bus say "I love you"
All through the town...

Well, not in the Smith household, not according to Jack. Jack's version goes something like this:

The Mommy on the bus says "I'm late for work"
I'm late for work
I'm late for work
The Mommy on the bus says "I'm late for work"
All through the town...

Thanks for being so creative kiddo, I guess it's time for Mommy to be a little less focused on how late for work she is...

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

That song is for tomorrow. Or ye-taday

I like singing "Ram Sam Sam". Actually, no. I like annoying Jack by singing "Ram Sam Sam". 

A ram sam sam, a ram sam sam
Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam
A ram sam sam, a ram sam sam
Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam
A rafi, a rafi,
Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam
A rafi, a rafi,
Guli guli guli guli guli ram sam sam


Jack likes it too, but he doesn't like that I like it. So, when he asks me to sing with him I'll often start with, "Aaaaa..." which is quickly followed up with "No! That songs is for tomorrow. Or ye-taday." In other words, "stop singing that song. Now." When I do get him to sing it with me, I'll sometimes screw up the hand gestures because I like to see him correct me. Don't get me wrong, I'm honestly not trying to be the worst mother alive, I just like how passionate he is about making sure that the sticky-finger gestures that go along with "Guli, guli, guli, guli, guli" are done just right. It's good to be passionate about things, ye-taday, teday, and tomorrow.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Down the stream...

I love how much Jack enjoys singing. In fact, one of my favorite things to do with this little man is sing. Most songs we sing are classics - Five Little Spotted Frogs, Five Little Ducks, Five Little Monkeys.. OK, more than classics they tend to be songs about five little animals.. but there are others - the alphabet song (aka ABCD), Down by the Bay, Rain Rain Go Away, etc., etc., etc., Today, however, Jack sang Row, Row, Roy Your Boat to me. See if you notice the slight change Jack's made to this well-known kids' song.

Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy
Mommy's up the stream

Wait, what? Mommy's up the streat? So you're rowing away from Mommy, Jack? Do I have this right? Or did you row Mommy up the stream, leave her, now you're rowing down the stream? Or do you think Mommy is down the stream so you're rowing that way? Please, little man, can you explain this whole "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy's up the stream" thing. 

 

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Diego! Would that be San, Carmen, Montalban?

My husband and I often talk about how important it is to teach Jack to be a good citizen of the world. To be conscious of himself and his actions; to be conscientious of others; to be kind; to have good manners. Having good manners is a fairly concrete concepts - it's the lessons on which other lessons will be built. 

Our first foray into teaching good manners aren't so much about sitting properly at the dinner table or using your forks from the outside in - we're many years away from that. Instead, we decided to start with something simple - please and thank you. We thought we were doing pretty well, Jack was really catching on to saying "please" when he wanted something - sometimes in lieu of actually asking for the actual item he wanted - but it was working, he was being polite. When we'd give him or do what he had requested he'd look at us full of earnest and say, ever so clearly, "diego!" It has taken weeks, but we finally understand that "diego" means "there you go" which is what Jack thought we were saying when we'd say "Thank you". So, for now, we now that he's trying his darnedest to be polite, and that he doesn't think that both my husband and I are named Diego.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Mommy, you so bootiful

"Mommy, you're so bootiful." I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say that these are words that melt just about any mother's heart. And they melted my heart too.  Until I realized that my child, my amazing little Jack, was not talking about me. He was pointing to an advert in a magazine. Now, it still seems incredibly flattering - he has mistaken me, his kind of plain-Jane Mommy for a model. I was so curious to turn the magazine right-side up to see who he had confused me with. I could see that it was a Cover Girl ad, was it Drew Barrymore? Taylor whats-her-name? Maybe even Ellen if I chopped my hair or was wearing it back? Maybe? Nope. Don't get me wrong, the woman he confused me with was amazingly gorgeous, I was incredibly flattered, I just hope that Jack is never asked to pick me out of a crowd or describe me to a police officer if he's ever lost...
I mean, we're definitely like twins separated at birth, right?  I see the similarity.. we both have two eyes, right?

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Mommy is in evil.

Explaining travel to a child is sometimes tricky. In today's age of iPads, Facetime, recordable storybooks, and of course the good, old-fashioned, telephone, it's easy to feel like you're right next door rather than halfway around the world. It's important to note (and I note this for myself as much as friends and random strangers, because I may forget who I used to be) that in the world of me pre-Jack I traveled a lot. An awful lot. There was a year that I'd spend a few weeks in India, come home for sometimes a week, and then jump back on BA 214 to LHR, leaving at 21:00 (20:00 during daylight savings time). So travel is something I'm very experienced with, and truly love. Then came Maude, eh, Jack. Suddenly the idea of being half a world away is a little bit scary. What if he wakes up in the middle of the night and wants Mommy? What if he trips and falls and scrapes his knee? What if there's a sinkhole in the playground at school? I have a thousand of these, but I won't do that to you. Anyway, it's tough. But tough doesn't mean I don't do it. 

A few weeks ago it became clear that I'd need to take a trip for business. I could do the trip in five days, but being that I'd be traveling to Israel right around Purim it seemed silly to not stay for a few extra days to explore the country and enjoy the holiday. So my husband and I spent some time shuffling schedules, coordinating transportation, talking to Jack about my absence, and, honestly, reassuring me that everything would be just fine.

So, I put Jack to bed, and off I headed to the airport. By the time he woke up I was in Tel Aviv, and my husband and I set up a Facetime with Jack so that I could say good morning, remind him that I love him, tell him where I am, even show him the amazing view of the Mediterranean from my hotel room. The call went well, I let out a sigh of relief and began to relax a bit.


Lather, rinse, repeat on the Facetime calls. They went swimmingly. Jack was excited to see Mommy, I was excited to see him. He'd hug and kiss the iPad and seemed perfectly happy having some serious Jack & Daddy time. 

On day five or six of my trip my mum dropped Jack off at the house & they started talking about me being away. Jack announced to my mother "Nanny, Mommy is in evil!" Looks of bewilderment from my husband to my mum. "Where is Mommy?" Jack replied "Mommy is in evil." I'm still not sure that he understands that I was not "in evil", but the confusion is pretty cute.

Monday, January 31, 2011

Oh, he is going to love seeing Elmo!

FAMOUS last words of a first-time mother. A few months ago we bought tickets to bring Jack to see Sesame Street Live - Elmo's Green Thumb, and we even sprung for the "Sunny Seats" - front row seats and a meet & greet with Elmo and Tully. I, eh, I mean he was so excited! So we headed off to the show, getting there early for our photo opp with some of Jack's favorite fictional folks. We talked it up pretty well - telling him all about getting to meet Elmo. We waited in queue, and within 30 seconds of Elmo and Tully walking in, Jack clung to me for dear life, not to let go until the oversized stuffed toys were gone. We seem to have missed one small detail when explaining that Jack would get to meet his idols... his idols were not hip-high four year olds like they seem on the television. They are six or seven feet tall monsters! Jack bravely held tight to me while we stood behind the ginormous beasts. We got a couple of pictures, as quickly as possible, and as we walked/ran away from them, Jack said to me, fear in his eyes, "Mommy, are dey gonna eat me?" No, they're not going to eat you little man.. maybe Mommy & Daddy should have thought this through a bit more before exposing you to such things.



Friday, January 21, 2011

Let me give you a hand, and you'll give me a leg...

Hey, great news! Today at school they told me that they'd like to move Jack to the next Toddler room straight away rather than wait until after his second birthday next month. I mean, it is great news, but I want to make sure we're not pushing him too hard and that he's having the chance to grow and learn, after all, he's only going to be two once. So I challenged the school Director a bit to make sure we're doing the right thing for him... She hesitated, but assured me that we were. I decided to ask about the hesitation. I wish I hadn't. 

You see, it turns out that there's a little boy, Jonathan, who is transitioning from the infant room to Jack's current toddler room. Jonathan has a prosthetic leg that is, well, ill-fitting. Certain activities make the leg fall off, and Jack has figured this out. Jack has also figured out that this little boy has a toy that no one else has, and that he wants.. So. Jack has figured out, at not quite two, that when Jonathan walks up the ladder/stairs to the slide, his leg falls off. Jack knows that the school rules are that you're only allowed to play with toys that other children are not playing with, so he convinces Jonathan to come up the ladder with him to go down the slide. Jonathan's leg then falls off, Jack goes down the slide, races around, and grabs the leg - finder's keepers! This leaves the poor little boy with only one leg, trying to chase around after my incredibly fast little two-legged boy, and if Jonathan gets close too Jack, Jack uses the leg to push him away, much like a lion-tamer uses a chair. I mean, he's not exactly beating the child with his own leg, but if there are a couple of wacks here and there Jack doesn't seem phased by that. The leg is his and he intends for it to stay that way - by whatever means necessary. 


So yeah, we'll be moving Jack to the next toddler room straight away... and we'll start saving for defense against any hate crime charges he may receive later in life.