...My child LOVING this bullhorn/ megaphone. Yes folks, he gets on that thing and just babbles and rambles to his little heart's content and it is just preciously hilarious! What's simply sensational about it you may ask? Because a kid with a megaphone sure seems like a defining quality of some level of hell. Not my child...what's simply sensational about it with him? The fact that he repeated "Daddy" (not Da-Da) 3 times today...and it was volumized to a high enough decibel that it was deciphered loud, clear, and firm not once, not twice, but three solid times. Love.
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| I ordered it from the "Books are Fun" rep at our school and intended to have a little fun with it with my students,but for some reason, it made its way home over Christmas Break and now Jack Thomas won't let it go! |
...that my child will have an intense conversation with you...
...These fabulous plates collected from my M.i.L and my mother:
My child's eyelashes. Yes. Eyelashes. He gets them from his Daddy and I love that. Before we ever even conceived a child, we would always talk about which characteristics we'd like from each of us to make that perfect babe. Ya know, like a checklist? Ha! That may not sound funny to you, but it's been a running joke in my family for years and years. For instance, when I first got kidney stones and started having some of the first issues with my kidneys and such, my dad would always joke about how he didn't order malfunctioning kidneys and he needed a refund. Or when someone would compliment one of us 3 kids, he would say, "Oh it's because that's just what I ordered for him/ her".
ANYWAY, B and I used to jokingly say our child should have my tan skin, his long chicken legs, my blondish hair, his eyelashes, my nose, OUR blue eyes, etc. I also have always dreamt our child to have his curly hair as well, much to B's dismay. B DETESTS his hair, but I absolutely, wholeheartedly
Back on track, I find my son's (and his Daddy's) eyelashes simply sensational...
CREATING: I've had a little window to squeeze in a wee, teensy bit of crafting for our house and for the Carpenter's house (it was their Christmas gift):
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| Personally, I like theirs more because the bigger letters fit much better than our smaller ones |
Chevron print...
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| on my nails |
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| on my child at Christmas |
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| on my child after the holidays just because I love the outfit so much... |
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| on my child as he sings on Thanksgiving |
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| customized |
...That Jack now waves! He'll wave "Hello!"; he'll wave "Bye-Bye!"; he'll wave because he likes your face; he'll wave because it's part of his dance of the moment repertoire. HE. WAVES.
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| waving at the camera! |
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| waving Mommy's birthday card at her |
Jack's after-bath hair. 'nuf said there.
"Jordaned" head-to-toe. Yes folks, with the exception of his diaper, one little Mr. Jack Robert Thomas was in Jordan gear from head to foot...literally. Jacket. Undershirt. Pants. 'Melos on his feet. What can I say? He most definitely is his Daddy's son.
that Jack plays so hard, he blows buttons off of his outfits (and one of my favorites too...booooo....). While it makes me sad, it's also simply sensational because the kid is having a blast with himself, with everyone else, and with life in general.
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| see? Button...HE GONE. |
that my brother makes such a unique and magnificent effort to ensure Jack not only knows his "exotic" Uncle Roo, but that his Uncle Roo loves him so much and thinks of him often...even on the other side of the world in China. Thus, he has sent him a postcard for every month of his life that I put into his baby book for him to have forever. They are such cute little notes and I know without question that Jack will love, appreciate, and cherish them forever. How many little kids can say they're getting regular mail from around the world?!?
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| yes, I photoshopped out some of our address. You never know the crazies that could be swipin' our addy and hittin' us up in the night! Safety first, yo! |
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| Strange incentive: the kid came free with the gate purchase. He's now free to a good home. |
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| P.S., PLEEEEEASE don't judge us by Jack's mass of toys back there. We are very much aware that it is indeed overwhelming. Yikes! |
Jack's LOVE of ducks. Specifically rubber duckies. He has to have one with him at all times, wherever he goes. It's pretty cute, actually.
My NEW accent wall in our breakfast area - a fancy surprise project completed by my Daddy while we were at work. It's fancy, fun, textured alligator print and I just L-O-V-E love it - for it's the definition of simply sensational!
...and finally, that my husband allows me to dress our boy in the ways that I deem necessary. While he may not always agree, he kindly indulges me, going along for the ride and keeping his mouth shut; sometimes, he even throws me a compliment for job well done! Most of these outfits you've seen before, but I feel it is necessary to show them to reiterate the tolerance level of my hubby. Not all men would allow their wives to put their sons in a mere fraction of the get-ups that I've gotten away with...and there are plenty more NOT shown here...so I feel they're worth a second glance to prove my stance that my husband's tolerance of my ways is simply sensational
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