Oh Boy~

I was making a different receipe and sliced my thumb a good one on a lid.  It’s the same thumb that took a butchering twenty years back with my first attempt at mashed potatoes.

I do believe if Jack were locked in a room with others his age, he would be the one to be full.  All his waking hours are full with one mission…to stuff his face.  His favorite is potatoes.  That is the one food I had to eat every day during my pregnancy, and every day he lugs me the bag of potatoes.  He also finds this package of Romain noodles, crackers and cereal.

Today I was folding laundry carefully (don’t want my newest flesh wound opening back up) and I heard quiet.  I I turned the corner and Jack was sitting on the middle of the dining room table with donut crumbs and chocolate smears everywhere.  I wish I’d have taken a picture.

He climbs everything now.  We have a battle every day to keep him off of the dining room table.  He climbs the stairs and climbs onto my bed.  He jumps and lands on his butt and laughs each time.  He insists on control of every remote after he climbs into recliners and couches.  His energy is….something I’ll have to contend with.  Boys are different, and sometimes I feel too old.  Ready or not, I’m up for the challenge…but what a difference 27 to 36 makes!