Update ( I know totally unoriginal)

It has been way too long since I last posted and Jamison has done way too many cute things I am not sharing with my family. It is a shame I am unable to remember them all but just minutes ago he did something I just couldn't resist sharing. I actually got it on video so I will keep it short before moving onto the other noteworthy things he has done. The following video shows Jamison lining up his truck and his giraffe with obvious intent. I, however, was unsure exactly what his intention was so I continued to watch with pleasure as moms often do. With the giraffe on one side of the couches arm and the truck on the other side the scene was set up just perfect for Jamison. Then it happened. What he had been planning on. He took the truck, backed it up into the giraffe then quickly and lovingly grabbed his giraffe to nurse it. You'll have to watch the video!


Now I shall continue to purge all the other things Jamison has done or does to make us laugh.

Lets start with the fact that he no longer calls his Radio Flyer Sports Coupe his "car" it is now his "truck" and he won't let you call it his car. If you try he corrects you.

Okay so this one is a little bit personal and Rob just might request I remove this. So if you are reading this either Rob has allowed it to remain or you are lucky enough to read it before a request to have it removed. I don't give my blog address out to many people so I feel comfortable sharing this. Jamison was on the toilet pooping and he began playing with is foreskin. It was obvious he was focusing on just that particular part of his penis so I said to him "that is your foreskin" he replied with "daddy foreskin" which is typical Jamison talk since anything new to him is often followed with "daddy _____" fill in the blank, "cookie" or "elbow" etc. I jokingly corrected him with "daddy doesn't have a foreskin, he lost it in a tragic accident...poor daddy" (side note to my in laws, I was joking with my description. I nor Rob are upset about the loss of his foreskin. Okay now this is getting weird and funny.) The next day Jamison was doing his daily poop again and started tugging at his foreskin. I didn't say anything this time as I was in my own world patiently waiting for J to finish up and debating whether or not to get him a magazine. Less than a minute into his exploration he got a sad look on his face, looked at me and said "poor daddy" I busted up laughing and also realized my "tragic accident" joke might have been taken too seriously.

Speaking of sitting on the toilet Jamison was down stairs with Rob "helping" him iron while I was upstairs. When Rob was done ironing Jamison comes running upstairs calling for me. "Maaaaaaaaawm" I hear him yell from the living room. "MOM" he yells again. When he found me he grabs my face by placing one hand on each cheek and very seriously says "poop". He had said nothing about needing to poop to his dad and specifically went looking for me so I could assist him. It is really cute because although he has been potty trained with poop for several months now it is only when I am with him. He poops in his diaper most of the time when with his babysitter and his dad.

Now leaving the potty topic, the other day we were all laying in bed one morning after everyone was awake. Or rather after everyone was woken up by J. Anyway, Jamison was happily pointing out his dad's body parts. "Dad's belly" "daddy's leg" and finally "Dad's big arm". I wish he could point out my body parts and emphasize "small" when he gets to my belly!

So I have caught up as best I can. Unfortunately I am missing so many laughs Jamison brings into our life. I suppose I should blog more often but with all that is going on in my life I rarely have time and if I do get time to myself I am usually doing mindless things like surfing facebook. Nothing near as constructive as writing.

Oh and on a personal note I am officially accredited as an LLL leader! I have worked hard to gain a huge amount of knowledge about breastfeeding and even communication to help and assist mothers and babies of Utah. I have accomplished a goal that does not reward me with a degree or a paycheck but is not any less important to society. I feel both excited and prepared. It is more than just being able to help women and babies. That of course is at the root but it also goes deeper than that for me. All my goals I have worked hard for have been as a student or in my career. This to me represents accomplishing something without the reward of a degree and\or money but with a deeper purpose. It defines me beyond my career, which is something I have struggled to let go of, or rather, put on hold. It gives me more facets of who I am beyond things that I have used to traditionally define myself. It solidifies that I can accomplish so much beyond what is measurable with a degree, title and paycheck.