Random Jackson-isms

Bleary-eyed Jackson comes stumbling down from upstairs and gives me a hug. He leans in and says dreamily, "I wuv you, my onwy mama. Fank you for giving birf to me."

Jackson: "Mama? Can you teach me a song on da you-ka-layle? But it has ta be da Easiest Song in da Worwd 'cause I can onwy pway A minor an' C."




Jackson comes into the bathroom while I'm getting ready.

Jackson [with a quiet desperation]: "maaaaama? my parfait is taunting me." Kat: "Um? How is your parfait taunting you?"
Jackson: "It wooks soooo dewicious, but I can't eat it 'cause it's for my wunch."




On the drive to school, I was listening to the same song for about the hundredth time.

Jackson: "Haven't we wistened to dis song a wot?"

Kat: "Yes. I'm trying to learn it so that I can sing it with Daddy. You want to sing Daddy's part?"

Jackson: "Ummmmm, no. It's a wittle too compwicated for me."

Kat: "Yeah, you're right. It is a complicated song."

Jackson: "And, some of de words he's singin', I don't even know about!"




Jackson: "Mama? Know why I'm so 'cited?"

Kat: "No, why are you so excited?"

Jackson: "I can't *wait* for winter! I'm gonna make a snowman!"

Kat: "Um, Jackson, this is the end of winter."

Jackson: "What!?! But, it din't snow! I din't go swedding! I wanna buiwd a igloo!" [wail]

The Dude doing his best Elvis Costello

Sharing

Jackson's developing a funny little personality. For a long time, he was just charming. If he didn't agree with something I said, we could discuss it civilly. Then, we went on the cruise and he lost his mind. After a week or so of reigning him back in, I'm really pleased that it was only temporary insanity. Even still, he is headed into the "threes" and he is just a little spicier than he used to be.

Yesterday, I stopped and got him a snack when we were running errands.

Kat: "Jackson, can I have one of your crackers?"
Jackson, without hesitation: "Nope."
Kat: "May I please have one of your crackers?"
Jackson: "No sanks."
Kat: "Why not?"
Jackson, pointing to the wrapper: "Wite dere. It sez 'not for mama'."

A Hard Day's Night

It can be tough to be a baby. Especially when errands need to be run. I had to get the car serviced, so Jackson and I ran to the grocery store for the things I needed for supper. Then, we went to the dealership to drop off the car. Then, I moved the groceries, all my stuff, and Jackson, car seat and all, from the van, to the shuttle, to the driveway.

I just found the sight of him in the car seat asleep in the driveway too cute to resist.