A Normal Family of Four....Wait, This Isn't Normal?

There's not a lot going on but there's so much happening!

I can't brag enough about Jack, y'all.  I was SO convinced he would be the jealous type, but - YOU GUYS (!) - he totally loves Beau.

#JackAndBeau

For now, I suppose.

Beau doesn't walk or talk or steal toys yet, so I'm sure there's more to come, but the first month and a half has been bliss on the brother front.

Selfies are no longer my own.  One kid is photobombing and one kid is giving the stink eye.  Aaaand, I cut my own head in half.  #NailedIt

What has NOT been bliss is that Beau is sort of a crankapotomus. I know I know, you are probably all shocked because Matt and I are such pleasantly calm and well balanced people.  I know.  I was shocked too.  (please tell me the sarcasm came through?)  Sadly, we aren't good at handling the cranky because Jack was an easy baby.  I'm sure you can imagine how a sleep deprived, super grumpy conversation goes at 3am when the baby won't step yelling at me, right?  Yes.  It's been buh-liss on that front.  However, we are currently turning the corner and the swaddling/eating/sleeping more than 2 hours at a time thing is upon us.  For example, we slept for 5 hours straight last night and I thought that a) the world had ended and b) I had enough energy to run a marathon this morning.  WOW!

You know, I'm a fan of swaddling but it totally speaks to my fears of being trapped therefore I'm never good at tying the kids down tight enough.  We had a miracle blanket with Jack and I just broke it out with Beau.  It's named really appropriately.  They can not escape and they SLEEEEEEP, which makes it a damn miracle.

When they sleep well...they wake up looking like this....and you like them again:

The thing about newborns is that they wait for NO ONE.  I happened to be stuck on the Howard Franklin bridge the other day....in 4 lanes of bumper to bumper traffic....and Beau decides that he's hungry a full 2 hours before he's "supposed to be."  And, because newborns are on their schedule and their schedule alone, I had to cross over said 4 lanes....pull off the side of the road....get out of the car, get BEAU out of the car and proceed to the passenger seat to feed him.  You have got to be kidding me right now.  There are people all over this bridge thinking I'm a lunatic.  You know who's not thinking that, though?  Moms.  *fist bump*

We have, in fact, discovered another miracle for little reflux babies - this magical wrap called Solly Wrap, which makes me look like a total hippy (don't be offended, hippies, you know I'm right).  I'm all about our Bjorn carrier, but this one let even the smallest version of Beau be held upright and close to prevent the cranks from taking over his body.

We've done some Florida State supporting (thanks to Becky for making the trip with the kids in tow):

Beau maaaay not be into football.

At least not yet, anyway.

Jack was NOT PLEASED with the first quarter against Wake Forest.  He let 'em know about it.

 We've had some visitors (thanks Dirky for playing with Jack!)

 

 

So maybe you saw it on the national news or some other news source, but Matt left me alone with the children for a week.  A WEEK, people.  I entertained, cooked for, cleaned up after, folded clothes for, created art projects with, tap danced for, did cartwheels with, disciplined, fed, traveled to FSU games with, bathed and DID NOT HURT the children (or the dog) for 7 full days.  I deserved a medal nap.  Upon Matt's return, said children promptly forgot all of our quality bonding and this ensued:

 

W-T-F.

I'll eat him up.

 Jack is planning to be Captain Jack Sparrow for Halloween, but he's also a Tigger fan and couldn't resist the opportunity to be Tigger for a few minutes in our local Stellie Bellies.

Jack has always been quite a character, but lately it seems like everything he says cracks us up.  Honestly, if his energy doesn't wear you down, his conversationalist skills will.  He's a talker.  And he expects timely responses.  And I *know* all of your babies are saying similar stuff - or did at Jack's age - but re-live it with me for just a moment and crack up!

As he's picking up acorns off the sidewalk.....  

Me:  "Jack - Whatcha doin?"

Jack;  "Picking up coconuts"

As he's approaching the house being built on our street...

Jack:  "Construction Boys!!"

Yep...that's a hard hat.  And he has his hammer in his hand.  He's a helper, y'all!

Admiring the newly built condos near our home....

Jack:  "Dadda - that building is MONGOUS"

(translation: HUMONGOUS)

Recently becoming obsessed with Toy Story....

Jack:  "To immfemmenny and beeeyond"

(nope.  i don't know what "immfemmenny" is either)

Noticing Beau has the hiccups....

Jack:  "Momma!  Beau has the shookups!"

Upon realizing that his shoes light up...

Jack:  "I only wear the glow up shoes"

After learning about sword fighting....

Jack:  "I'M Guard!"

Me:  "On Guard!"

Jack:  "NO! IIIII'MM Guard!"

Recently becoming obsessed with Superman and his "super shirts":

Jack:  "Super Jack saves the day!"

And an oldie but a goodie:  When he'd see someone with eye glasses on....

Jack:  "eye sees"

Generally speaking, Jack is a pretty polite kid.  He's  good at sharing, says his pleases, thank yous, you're welcomes....and ALWAYS, ALWAYS says hi to bikers, joggers and people walking their dogs when they go by our house and we're outside.  

Here's your PSA for today:  Say hi back.  If you don't, he will call you out about it - loudly.  (read: "Mommy!!!!  He didn't say hi back!!!  Why not??") 

God love 'em....when they aren't being bipolar terrorists, they are pretty damn funny.

We're all good here....come visit!

~Beautiful Coffee Pot Bayou in St. Pete~