Sleepless In Kentucky

We spent a long weekend family vacation at my Grandma's/Jack's GG's lake house in Kentucky. We filled our days with family fun, boat rides, swimming, a petting zoo, miniature golf, and good food. Unfortunately, in Jack's mind there was no time for sleep. Which if you know Jack, that is very rare. He loves good long naps and 12 hours of ZZZZ's at night. I'm debating if his sleep strike was due to all of the excitement or the possibility of yet another ear infection. During the day he enjoyed the fun between bouts of whining which makes me believe we may be dealing with the ears again. Ahhhh...the saga continues. Tomorrow we are off to the Dr to get the answer. However, in between semi-naps and restless nights, we were very busy. Jack found the energy to enjoy his first boat ride, feed goats, and swim in his new froggy baby pool. Here are some pictures of the family fun.... Jack's first boat ride--I think he has boatin' blood in him from my side of the family.


Jack, Daddy, & Cosby checking out the geese at GG's dock.

Uncle Jon showing off his skiing skills....although he said my action shots were only "okay". (That's a teenager for you)



Birthday Dinner....Mommy and GG have Birthdays only 1 day apart...how fun!

4 tries and $2 later, Daddy won Jack this stuffed cow from one of those machines with the silver claw. I didn't think anyone ever won anything out of those.

Grandma (my Mom) introduced Jack to his first camel. He got over the trauma about 10 minutes later.

Something more Jack's size...a pony.

We took golf carts around the petting zoo. My Mom and I wanted to walk, but the boys insisted. Good thing, because we had to make a quick get away from that camel!

Hey, there are real ducks down there, wow!

Daddy feeding the Emu is way too funny! Maybe we should get one for home.

I don't know who was more fascinated with the Peacock...Jack or Grandma?

Uncle Jon even got in on the action. I didn't bother to ask him if these pictures were to his liking.

Playing chase with Daddy at bedtime in PJ's and with Lovey in hand. Like I said, "sleepless in KY".

At least someone got some ZZZZ's.

Birthday girl, GG, showing off her gifts.

A little Frog Pool action.

More pool fun!

Jack got a ride on the lawn mower with Uncle Jon. Or as Jack called it "the vroom vroom".

Two of those specks up there are Daddy and Uncle Jon. Only one way down, so they jumped. I think I got some good video footage.

Captain Jim at the wheel...we owe all of our boat fun to him.

Swimming 101

Jack started swimming lessons at the beginning of June with his friends, Miller and Sophia. The objectives: (1) kick feet in the water (2) blow bubbles in the water. So far, three lessons later, we have accomplished neither. While clinging on for dear life to Mommy's neck, Jack is suppose to move his feet back and forth in a kicking motion while I repeat the phrase "kick, kick, kick". So far, no luck. However, I decided to alter the phrase to "kick your feet", since Jack knows what his feet are, and since then, there has actually been a little motion down under. I still wouldn't call it a kick though. As for objective number 2...I really thought we could get this one. Jack can blow a whistle and blow bubbles at home. So it should be no problem, right? Well, he can't quite make the transfer to the water. I lower his lips to the water and instead of blowing he purses his mouth shut in between rants of "na, na, na, na", which in Jack language means "no, no, no, no". Although we haven't met the course requirements just yet, I find Jack getting more and more comfortable in the water each time we go. Which is ultimately, my main objective. As a matter of fact, Jack went down the slide into the pool twice today and actually liked it! I couldn't have said that 2 lessons ago. One big splash and a huge smile later made me realize that he really is getting something out of his weekly swim lesson. Not to mention, we get to splash around with our buddies too! Speaking of buddies, we attempted to get some photos of the little ones decked out in their swim attire today and the photo shoot was quite challenging. Between avoiding any of them taking an unnecessary dip in the water and trying to get the three of them to look at the camera at the same time, the pictures just don't do our 'pool fun' justice. But, you know I have to share them regardless. Enjoy the shots of our water babies!

Spaghetti Supper

Jack had his first spaghetti supper tonight. Now in the past, we have done the whole pasta and marinara sauce, but this was different. It was real spaghetti noodles. I rarely cook spaghetti, it's just not my favorite food, but when given dinner options for tonight, that is what Clay chose. So I prepared Jack's plate with tiny cut up noodles, a little sauce, Lima beans , and peaches. We stripped him down to a diaper and were ready for dinner. Jack took one look at the spaghetti and snubbed it (it just didn't look like his regular penne pasta). So he devoured his peaches, then scarfed down his Lima beans, and lastly chugged his milk. Once that was complete, he watched intently as Daddy and I ate our long spaghetti noodles. Particularly entranced with the way Daddy slurped one noodle at a time (for Jack's entertainment, of course). Within 3 minutes, he was pointing, moaning, and signing for 'more'...anything to get food off of our plate. We tried to explain that he had the same exact meal on his tray, but he would not take 'no' for an answer. In hopes of a peaceful dinner, I gave Jack two or three of the long noodles off of my plate and just like magic he LOVED spaghetti. At that point he began to eat the cut spaghetti off of his tray, but he made it very clear that he preferred the long noodles off of our plates. One messy baby later, Daddy offered to take Jack up for his nightly bath if I cleaned the kitchen. Sure, I thought...that's a deal. Considering Jack's face was stained red from sauce and he had noodles wedged in every roll on his body....even between his toes. So off they went to the tub and I was left to the dishes. It didn't take long before I realized I got the raw end of the deal...one look at the high chair and I knew why Clay opted for the baby.

For Sale

My house is for sale. Yes, the same house we just moved into less than two years ago. The same house that I put blood, sweat, and tears into to remodel (well, not physically, but definitely mentally). The same house I lugged my huge pregnant body around in. The same house my water broke in before the birth of our first baby. And the same house that we brought Jack home to for the first time. We've lived here such a short while and have created so many memories already. The reason for this sale...so Clay can be 10 or so miles closer to the interstate. I can't say that I blame him. 10 miles in Atlanta, even the suburbs, can mean 20-30 minutes. Multiply that by two and you've got yourself an extra hour a day in the car. His business can take him all over town...from the North end to the South end in just one day. So after a few comments eluding to the fact that he wished we had bought closer "in", I suggested we put the house up for sale and see what would happen. Initially, he didn't go for the idea. But after a few days of thinking on it...well, here we are. I don't think I knew exactly what I was getting myself into or I wasn't expecting to really go through with it. But, I'm knee deep in it now. Between looking at other houses, which by the way are a major downsize (being closer "in" and all), and trying to keep my house spotless in the off chance that there may be showing, I'm realizing that this is really happening. I don't think either of us ever planned on being in this house forever, but wow, this all happened fast. We spread word to our neighbors, friends, and family and the common reaction was surprise and shock. After explaining our reasoning , most people found themselves more on our side of the issue. Though, with this housing market, we may not being going anywhere for a while. Right now, my life is on hold, waiting for the next big change. I have always said that I don't care too much for change, yet I always find myself right in the middle of it. I think I may secretly like it, who knows. What I do know, is if we move, I will have a happy husband whom is home more often...and what else could I ask for? It makes it all worth it!