3 years and many adventures.

     In 2010, I wrote this about Jack's 1st birthday. In 2011, I was apparently a bad mommy and wrote nothing about it. He had animals come to his party last year and I have plenty of adorable photos so I have no idea why I never shared that stuff.  Oh, wait.  Sometimes I'm lazy.  Looking back on old blog entries, searching for something birthday-ish, I found this.  Amazingly, it answered a question I've been stressing over lately----->  What's next for Jack's hair?  

     Laugh, roll your eyes, whatever.  

Now go look at those pictures and tell me his hair isn't rad.

Seriously.

I'd like to grow it a little longer this time.

     Ok, so what's up with the the pictures in this post?  HE JUST LOOKS SO SAD.  Last week, as I recovered from strep throat, Jack came down with a virus.  His fever reached nearly 103 on and off for 4 straight days.  Not cool, Universe.  He didn't want to eat anything, he took his medicine without a fight, he slept a lot, he made Mommy worried.   At Jack's request, I made a pallet.  There was a glimmer of excitement in his eyes as I brought out the special tray (the get-a-long gang tv tray from my childhood) for his ice water, crackers, and chicken noodle soup. We watched the same movies over and over and over.  Because that's just what kids like to do. And of course, he wanted Mommy to hold him constantly.

     It's easy for me to remember how it felt to be sick and to want nothing more than to have my mom right there.  She would do special little things for me like make me lime sherbet topped with sprite.  I just felt so much better when she was taking care of me.  It makes me sad to see Jack so sick but my little heart can't help but burst every time he reaches over to hold my hand when he doesn't feel good.

     Yesterday (Sunday) was Jack's 3rd birthday. He had 2 amazing parties this weekend.  What wonderful friends and family we have.  I planned on doing a big, pretty birthday post for him but I'm currently sick.  This is what I think-  when your baby repeatedly sneezes directly in your face and/or wipes his snotty nose on your shirt, you do, in fact, get sick.  Jack and I have gone a little photo shoot crazy lately so I'll grace the virtual world with his insane adorability and tales of birthday adventures very soon.  

Shout out to my sister and Anthony for these awesome Woody house shoes.  

Err, house boots?

He wants to wear them everywhere.

Like the doctor's office.

♥

jp

Kick It Down

My Christmas tree is still up, folks.  

I've been playing with my new toy.

You can listen to some songs and download them for free!

Hudson Roar

I am going to record at a real studio when I have the time.

Later this month or early February I'm hoping.

In the meantime-  my makeshift kitchen MacBook Air Garageband studio it is!

I'm writing new songs. 

I don't want to sound all singer/songwriter-y.

I mean, I think I always will a little bit but I don't want that to be my "genre."

Sometimes I think I want to find people to play with me.

Other times I remember that everyone who has ever played in a band with me says I'm difficult.

I think I'm a little bossy sometimes.

Or all the times.

It's just that I don't like wasting time, I just want to get down to bizniz.

I'm currently figuring out how to set up to play these songs by myself with my computer, keyboard, and guitar.

I'm thinking my ukulele needs to make an appearance at some point.

Or maybe I'll just record all the parts myself and leave it at that.

No shows.

We'll see.

And hey, Haters.

I didn't get a new guitar for Christmas.

I posted a picture of my brother's new, awesome guitar and people thought I got a new Gretsch.

I can barely play the one I have.

So thank you for calling me a spoiled brat.

I am spoiled.

I'm not denying it or apologizing for it. 

I also appreciate everything I have and I'm more worried about being a kind human and a good friend than I am about the mean things you say about me.

I've been struggling with relationships lately.  Some of my friends have expressed their jealousy of my lifestyle and I guess I don't understand what the hell that means.  I'm 30 years old.  I'm not playing who has the better whatever with anyone.  I refuse to feel bad that I have a new car and, you know, whatever else it is that makes people mad that I have.  Husband, Jack and I try to enjoy our life everyday.  Husband works very, very hard everyday- it's 24/7 at his job- and on top of that, we are really, really lucky.  We go out occasionally but mostly like to stay home, play with toys, watch Thunder games, cook, watch kids movies, and hang out with a few close friends.  That's what happens when you have a kid, you guys.  We're tired all the time.  Dude, we have a mortgage, piles of laundry, busy schedules, and we're currently in the middle of a potty training crisis.  In no way do I think my life (life with a kid) is more important than anyone else's life (life without a kid.)  It's just different.  So realize that and quit treating me like I'm a stuck up asshole.  I'm not.  I've only ever tried to be kind, caring, and non-judgemental towards the people I love and admire.  Lately it seems I've been mistaken about other people's view of my friendship.  I'm always here when you have problems and jobs and boys and girls to cry about-  but you know-  I'm here when you aren't crying and sad too.  I clean up poopy Jack diapers, ok?  I'm not here to clean up everyone else's shit.  

Thanks for listening, guys.  The last thing I wish to say about this is-  I'm happy.  So be happy for me.  I won't be here for you forever, my sweets.  

I think I need to get out more and make some new friends.  

That reminds me-  Ashley, my dear -  we need to sign up for yoga!  (I'm thinking maybe if I put it out there, in publictheinternetwhatever, I won't back out of it.)  

I'll get back to making sweet music magic.

Have a lovely day and remember to be thankful and kind.

Because it's just nice.

♥ jp

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