more swinging

some more photos from our stay with Bob and Vicki.

Paw Paw, Dad and Jackson

swinging up high

outdoors at paw paws

while we stayed with Paw Paw and Grandma we enjoyed playing outside - Brad came to visit one weekend so of course I tried to get a thousand photos - these are just a few.

Checking out the engin on the Deer.

Silver Dollar City

America does not really know the meaning of SMALL popcorn please!

Not to far from Joy's is a theme park called 'Silver Dollar City' - kind of a 1800's western inspired area, everyone is dressed up in olden day clothing. Jackson loved it - and I had a great time too!
taking time to smell the "goul" (flower in persian) yes - he still calls them goul.
It was international theme day - but no Persian food to be found - we were a bit dissapointed but figured probably the deep south doesn't do much Persian. I had southern ribs and beans instead - YUM!

Bunny, Ne Ne and Jack. At the petting area Jackson LOVED all the animals - especially the goats and won hearts all around by loving (as above) and petting each animal (he had the enclosure to himself) When it was time to leave he said bye bye to each of his new friends - running between each one to give one last pet.
On the move
Golden boy
Enjoying the flying bug - I didn't want to let go of him as you can see I pretty much had him in a death grip.

In other news about our boy - Jackson knows a lot of animals and the sounds they make. His newest is..... Mama says "No No". So along with the cow says Mooo, the horsey says nheeeee, the sheep says Baaaaa, the monkey says eeeh eeeh eeeh is now the Mama says no no. I am not so thrilled, but find it funny all the same.

Also - Jackson now puts his own nose on the wall when he has done something he knows he should not have. However - I had to put him on the wall 3 times myself in addition to the 3 times he did - so my now 16month old toddler had 6 time outs yesterday evening. Is that a record?

Living in New England

Well I have finally found us a place to live. It's south of Boston, and pretty close to a beach. I had a pretty hard time convincing people to lease to us when they found out we had a Jackson. The ones that were keen were just a bit too small for the kind of money they were asking. So I expanded my area and found a really nice stand alone cottage within a short commute to the city or airport. It was just totally renovated and has all new appliances. It is also a bit smaller than I had hoped, but the pros outweigh the cons in this case.

It is two bedrooms with a nice size sunroom that I plan on using as an office. It has a small yard with a fenced off garden area reserved for Christal and Jackson to grow me some tomatoes. It is a nice, flat fishing community about 0.3 miles away from a lovely beach(notice: the house I rented is not in this picture!! I wish!)

I signed us up for 6 months at this place thinking that we could keep our options open in case we decide it is too small or too far away from whatever. Christal will be happy to know that there is an outlet shopping center between us and the city though.


Here is the yard and the little garden in the picket fence.











And part of the kitchen.













I will put up more pictures gradually as the place looks a lot smaller than it actually is and I don't want to frighten Christal.
:)

And finally...the reason you all come to this page:

Attachment

I may have failed to mention that Jackson is attached to me. People keep comming in and out of his life, I am the only one who is always there. So I guess it makes sence - but these last few days he will not let me out of his sight. Last night I got up to pee as I had fallen asleep with him around 7 - before I had even sat down on the loo I heard a great thump - jackson had fallen off the bed, onto his head, and was balling his eyes out. He was seriously asleep - but when his internal mummy detector realised I was out of sight - he tried to come find me. I of course still needed to pee - so had to hold him while I peed. Is this unusual?

Also he is crying a lot - he cried when I went out side to retrieve his elmo bath matt - and cried when I came back in, cried getting into the bath, cried getting out, cried putting on his nappy, cried putting on his clothes.

The number of times I have heard the word "elmo" - 123568.

The number of times I wished I had never introduced him to elmo 123569.

Eating Green

Will your child only eat their vegetables and not the chicken or pasta?

Jackson today seems to want to only eat green things. Green Apple, Asparagus to name the most prominant. I had to put his nose on the wall in a corner (our form of dicipline) for pushing his milk cup off the table in frustration as their was no more asparagus left and he was mad. Who the hell puts their kid in time out because they want more asparagus!???

He just had the worst fall off a low chair and cut the bottom of his chin - it is bleeding and when I looked at his blood and told him what the red was (as red is the colour he knows) I got tears in my eyes! My babies blood - self inflicted injury - he was reaching for a peice of green apple. I don't know if I"m all for this going green phase.

Strike over

Playing around with Picassa - I adore this picture of Hannah Harris, and love my interpretation of flooding it with light and a touch of colour. She appears to be daydreaming of a sweeter day ahead. Sharon took this photo a few Easter' ago - she has a great eye.

O.k - I can't keep from not blogging - how else am I going to have a record of our lives?

I cried 4 times yesterday. I am premenstural, big time. I cried because I can't get decent coffee. I cried because the only place that has decent coffee is a drive away and I cant' drive as I have no licence. I cried because I have no money - and even if I did - no way to spend it - as I have no home. I cried when Jackson was sleeping as he was feeling under the wheather and I thought I had worn him out too much in previous days.

I have been volunteering down at Share and Care - a charity organization which Brad's mum is the Executive Director. I love it down there and feel useful helping people, while also fulfilling my ever present urge to clean and sort.

Anyone that lives with me would know that I like everything clean - however on the other hand I am a BIG mess maker - I leave a trail of items across the house. Aparently my mum says I have done this since birth - especially tissues - I leave them anywhere. Joy picks up after me each day, as I'm sure Vicki did too - without me even knowing it. I never take nappies out to the bin - I never close a door - and I mess up the paper so it can never be put back in order again. All these traits I have - and still - he loves me. I must be the luckiest woman around. To help improve my failures has failed - so instead I have opted early to teach Jackson to do these things for me - he takes his own nappy to the rubbish and has done from the moment he could crawl and pull himself up, I still cheer every time. Jack also closes the doors for mummy - and now is almost obsessed with making sure every draw/door is closed properly, and lastly yes indeed - he does pick up my tissues and take them to the bin.