Like, remember that MTV show 'Jackass' where a bunch of guys ate disgusting things and performed stunts ridiculous enough to make professional stuntmen shudder? Sometimes when that show is on TV, I think I'm watching home videos of Jack instead.
When he sees a snack he likes, Jack brings it to us from the pantry and hurls it at us. ("Hint, hint, mom.")
Headstands are his favorite pasttime.
If he encounters an unidentified object, he tastes it for further inspection.
Upon getting in the car, like a soccer mom in Oprah's studio audience, he checks under his seat for a prize, finds one and rejoices...except the prize is not new car keys. It's two stale cheese-its. Promptly eaten.
He dips his head in puddles.
He dumps his water on his pants that I just removed from the dryer and put on him. Twice. Before 10am.
He loves syrup so much that when I pour it on his waffles, he watches and shakes with excitement.
But this wild man has a tender love for his little brother that warms this mamas heart. When he spots Carter, Jack lights up and exclaims, "Beebee!" The feeling is mutual, as Carter smiles at brother, despite the impending risk of suffocation by Jack's backside.
A glimpse into our life in 13 years...
I feel the same way about that, Jack.
I mean, what's more hilarious than a cow doing a flip when you tap it? Absolutely nothing.
"That boy cray."
"And also, how squishable are my cheeks?!"
Last week was a little trying. One morning I was nursing Carter at the kitchen table while on the phone dealing with doctors appointments and all that fun mom business. Selah thought it was a perfect time to make something that isn't an emergency seem 911-worthy. "Mom! I NEED some Cheetos!" I did the silent, spastic head-shaking-eyebrow-frowning-one-hand-up-motioning-stop that my mom used to do to me when my 3-year old self would deem unimportant matters urgent upon the start of her phone calls. I remember this signal feeling weighty and hitting me like, "Uh-oh. Mom's lost the ability to speak to me, her eyes look funny and she clearly just lost control of one of her hands...I think I will try my request again in a few minutes."
I do not have the same impact on Selah when I try to copy my mother's Shh!-I'm-On-The-PHONE Face. I think she reads it more as a challenge. Like, "Oooh, I always wondered how to make a grown woman look like a total psycho...Just ask for Cheetos while she's on the phone! I wonder what will happen if I do it over and over..."
So she did. After my Shh!-I'm-On-The-PHONE Face Trick failed me, I took my nursing baby into the other room and closed the door. TWO minutes later, Selah had forgotten about the Cheetos "emergency," but I emerged to find this:
I ushered him into the shower (but not before taking some pictures, obvi,) where he screamed at me, like, "Whyyyyyy do you have to remove this sticky goodness I worked so hard to shellac to my body?!"
Post-traumatic shower incident
