One Step Ahead

While getting ready for bed last night:

Jack: Mom, will Elf tell Santa if I don't stay in my bed tonight?
Me:  Yeah, I think so Jack.  The Elf reports back to Santa every night, you know.
Jack:  Well, if he tells Santa then that makes him a Tattletale.

Why do I always feel like this kid is one step ahead of me?  Jeez!

One-Liners

I need to get better about writing down the funny one-liners Jack comes up with.  He seriously has us laughing out loud every single day with the things he says.

Like in the grocery store last weekend when we were browsing the cereal aisle:

Heidi:  Hey Jack, do you want to try some frosted shredded wheat?  I think these are yummy.
Jack:  Yeah!  Man, I've been dreaming about these my whole life!

Or my most recent favorite from last night:

Jack:  Hey Dad, can I have a cookie?
Drew:  Do we have any?
Jack:  Yeah.  You have some.
Drew (sarcastically):  I don't think so, I don't even like cookies.
Jack:  Well I do.  I sneak them all the time!

Touche.

He Writes

It's official.  My little boy can write his name.

It sort of makes me teary, but don't tell him that.

High five little man!

Cognitive Thinking

It's the little things; the random, everyday things that Jackson does that amaze me the most.

Recently, he followed me into our office.  He can reach the drawers now so the first thing he does is pull open a drawer and reach for something to grab.  This time, it was a mechanical pencil.  I kept a close eye on him as he walked around to the other side of the desk, curious as to what his plan was.

He did not poke his eye out.  He did not scribble on the wall.  He did not write on the furniture.  Instead, he walked over to the pencil cup on the desk and put the pencil away.

This was extraordinary to me.

You see, he has an extremely anal retentive mother.  A mother who uses a specific type of pencil and a specific type of pen.  The pencil cup on the desk contains all matching pencils and pens.

Told you.

Never have I shown Jackson this pencil cup.  However, he is observant enough to know that it is there.  He recognized that the pencil in his hand matched the pencils in the cup.  He connected the dots and decided his pencil must also belong in the cup.

I find that remarkable.

Remarkable for the amount of cognitive thinking my 15-month old boy exhibited.  Remarkable because maybe, just maybe, despite being a carbon copy of his father, there's a little bit of his anal retentive mother in there too.

Or it could have just been a total accident. 

But I'm going to stick with remarkable.