My mom is the one who read this blog the most. She passed away in May. Since then, I’ve had no desire to update. But I feel guilty, because I’ve been out of touch with pretty much the entire world for most of the year. I’m hoping to get back into the habit of updating weekly. If there are real people reading, let me know, OK? In any case, this blog is good for me to remember what Jack and I have done.

Tonight, we finished the first Harry Potter book.

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I think that about a dozen times each day – I miss my mom.

But I really miss her right now.

Jack started throwing up right before bed time. Eggs. It may have something to do with the fact that he ate ice off of the floor of McDonald’s last night.

Anyway…

I really don’t know what to do, other than to make sure he’s comfy and clean. My mom would know. She was always really good with us when we were sick. Even when I was in NH, if I got really ill, I’d call her up and look for sympathy.

I hope Jack is all right. He may have a fever in addition to the vomiting. He’s been wretching off and on since 9 pm. The last couple of times, it’s all been mucous. Sorry for sharing, but, like I said, I don’t know what to do and I don’t have my mom to ask.

Max will likely take him to the doctor in the morning.

Update: Jack had a stomach bug that I got the next day. We were all fine by the end of the week.

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I was reading Jack his story – the board book I made for him about his adoption – and one of the lines is something like, “Max and Robyn had to prove [to the social worker] that they would be good parents-” and Jack stopped me.

“But you’re not good parents.”

“Really, why?”

“Because you’re not always nice.”

“Sometimes, being a parent means you’re not nice. Are you always nice?”

“No.”

“But you’re still a good child.”

“No, not still.”

I figured we’d have a bit more time before he told us we’re bad parents. And I don’t think we’re bad parents at all. It’s just – 3-1/2? *sigh*

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I’m not sure where it came from, but Max and I decided that Simba (from The Lion King) goes “wiggle wiggle pounce!”. We have taught Jack that, starting when he was just a wee small baby. We extended that to all cats, ferrets, and occasionally other animals as well. Last night, Dino (pronounced Dye-No, not like The Flinstones‘ character) was “wiggle wiggle pouncing” on Jack’s new blocks. When it came time to be done playing and go upstairs, Max asked for a night-night hug and kiss. Jack immediately backed away…

Then he squatted down a bit, wiggled his bum and said, “Wiggle wiggle wiggle” and then “POUNCE” as he leapt into Max’s arms.

Cutest. pounce. ever.

Later, we were reading the book of friends and family that I finally printed out. We have Jason & Paula and their son in it. I asked Jack if he thought Benjamin looked like him. Jack said, “Yeah, because we have curly hair.” Then he said, and I swear I didn’t prompt this:
“He kind of looks like me but I look better.”

I love my son. I look forward to spending more time with him.

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Jack has recently (as in, since Sunday) become obsessed with The Lady and the Tramp. He likes the white dog – Peg. Peg sings “He’s a Tramp”. Jack asked me to sing it for him at bed time. So I sang…

“He’s a tramp, but they love him.
Breaks a new heart, everyday.
He’s a tramp, they adore  him,
And I wish that he could travel my way.”

Jack said, “No. He doesn’t travel her way, she travels his way.”

I said, “Oooo kkkkk” not really getting the difference.

Then I had the song stuck in my head, and I realized that the lyric is:
“I wish that I could travel his way.”

So, Jack was right. My kid is a genius.

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We’re playing Incredibles (with Jack dressed in his Incredibles pjs) and Max is Mr. Incredible. We went to my office to fight the Omni Droid. Mr. Incredible says, “Where is something I can punch?”

Without missing a beat, Jack goes to the craft table, picks up my dragonfly shape maker and says, “Here’s a punch!”

Max replied, “We’re not going to top that tonight. We all have to go to bed now.”

Jack saw my mom’s jewelry box and wanted to know what was in it. I told him that it was some of Nana’s jewelry.

He said, “Nana went to heaven.”

I said, “Yes.”

He said, like a jaded teenager, “So you took her stuff?”

I love my kid. Even if he hasn’t been using his listening ears.

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My mom passed away this morning. Well, technically yesterday morning, as it’s 12:49 am.

We told Jack that Nana went to heaven. He asked a couple of questions, and seemed OK. Then, just before bed, he asked again, “Why did Nana go to heaven?” We told him that Nana was very, very sick. Jack said, “Only great-grandma and grandpa can come to my house now.” Keep in mind, we didn’t tell him that he’d never see Nana again. His experience with heaven thus far is 2 dogs and we’ve told him about my grandfather, who died just before Jack was born.

Then Jack said, “I have magic and I can bring Nana back from heaven.” That kid… he’s awesome!

Jack and Max went to the pet store to get cat food one day. They didn’t come home with cat food – not in the traditional sense. They came home with a fish. 

Apparently, Jack asked like this:

I want this one.
I really really really love him.
He’s my very very very very best friend in the world.
And he will never ever ever ever die.

Jack named the fish Johnny. 

And so far, Johnny hasn’t died, nor has he become cat food. 

Keep your fingers crossed.

Jack had his 3 year old well visit (no shots of course) last week. He’s 35 1/2 inches tall and weighs 32 pounds. I almost can’t carry him anymore!