I took this picture on Wednesday morning at a play date at our friends’ place and instantly knew it would become a family classic. Jackson is wearing shoes a size too big for him because we left the shoes that are his current size at the Passover Seder we went to Monday night. (Side note: Jackson only has one pair of shoes per size because he outgrows them, on average, every six weeks. Every six weeks! I mean, that’s how often I need new deodorant — which is a lot cheaper than a new pair of Stride Rites, let me tell you). Anyway, Drew went to pick up the shoes at his cousin’s home during his lunch break on Tuesday, but he forgot to actually take the shoes out of his bag when he got home that evening and, thus, they accompanied him to work on Wednesday and poor Jackson was stuck wearing the too-big-for-his-feet shoes an extra day.
That explains the shoes. The outfit is another story. And to spare you all the gory details, I’ll just say that that is the spare outfit I keep in my diaper bag in case of emergency, and it was, indeed, an emergency. Of epic proportions. Which reminds me, I really owe my friend, whose home we were in when said emergency occurred, a new package of baby wipes (for I went through all of mine AND practically all of hers), and a bottle of wine for dealing with us. And the moral of that story is: Parents (especially new parents who haven’t thought of this yet): always have a spare outfit in your bag because you never know when you’ll need it.
Anyway, this photo really encapsulates the life and times of young toddler-hood (Jackson turns one and a half in a few days!). It’s crazy and colorful and messy and fun and every day is a new adventure. Jackson’s vocabulary is exploding (much like other parts of him…), and it’s always exciting to hear what new word he’ll learn next. He has names for a lot of people (and pets) in his life, one of the best of which is how he calls Simone “Ma-Mone.” I need to watch my own mouth though now that Jack has started mimicking us. Last week, he started saying “Dayum!!” which is really funny now, but I suspect there will be times and places it won’t be as amusing. Actually, no, it’s probably always going to be pretty funny. Come on, a little kid saying ” Dayum!”? That’s hilarious. Once he starts saying the F-word, though, I’m in trouble. So mama’s gotta keep a cork in it.
So, what funny things did you say as a kid? Are there any family classics (stories or pictures) involving you (or your kid)?
Also! Happy Easter to those who celebrate it. I get to see my friend Matt again (the one who performs on a cruise ship and docks in Manhattan every nine days) and then am going to an Easter dinner at our friends’ place in the afternoon. Saturday will likely be a day of rest and cooking Passover-friendly fare.