Looney Toon Dad’s Blog

It’s been a while since I ‘ve posted, so I figured now would be a good time. Jack and Mommy wrote his letter to Santa the other night, and I thought I’d share it. He’s been a “good boy” this year, so I’m sure Santa will be completing most of his list.

As you can tell, Mommy wrote it for him, but believe it or not he signed his name himself (with a only a little help) . Hopefully, Santa’s letter back to Jack will arrive on time this year from the North Pole.

‘Til next time.

Two years ago today, around 6:30 PM Jack was born. How time flies.

Thomas the Tank Engine. That’s all it’s been for the longest time. It was an obsession. Yes, we helped fuel the obsession, but it kept him happy. He seemed so interested in it, so we decided that should be the theme of his birthday party. Invitations just went out in the mail. Hopefully, his obsession lasts at least until his party.

Why wouldn’t it? Because now he’s starting a new obsession. The movie “Cars”. It has quickly become his favorite movie (he calls it Tonka Town because the first time he saw it, it lookes like the cover to a TT book he has). Of course, just like the Thomas obsession, part of the Cars obsession can be blamed on my sister (just kiddin’ Auntie D). Her son received a bunch of the vehicles from the movie for Christmas, and Jack started playing with them, and continues to play with them when we go for our weekly visits.

Ok, we’re to blame too. Yes, we’re also fueling this obsession. We let him watch the movie (he’s watching it with Mommy on the couch right now, reciting lines and sounds from it), he has two of the cars, and now he’s addicted to the soundtrack (we borrowed it from the library). It’s cute to hear him say shaboom, shaboom. It’s not cute having to play the same three songs over and over, and repeating the same part of one song numerous times (Life is a Highway, he likes to say “Whoooo” when they say it in the beginning).

I think in the long run it’s a good thing, because having two obsessions, he splits the time between them, making each one seem like less of an obsession and more like something he just really likes (like Teletubbies, lord help me). Plus, we’ve used so much of Thomas to help him learn things (like letters) that it’s good to have something else to teach him with.

So kachow, and ’til next time.

So the other day, I turn around and there is Jack with his breakfast filled belly showing through the open zipper of his footie pajamas. I said “What are you doing?” and his response was to zip it back up. That’s new. When did he figure that out?

Needless to say he didn’t want to get dressed that day. He wanted to stay in his PJ’s with the zipper. That was fine though, we weren’t going anywhere. So all day long, there was gigolo Jack either showing a little chest or baring his whole torso.
Now I’ve heard stories from other parents about there child getting undressed in the middle of the night, so I wonder how long we have before that starts. Will we have to start buying pj’s without footies so we can put them on backwards where he can’t get to the zipper?

Upon relaying this story to Grandpa, Mommy found out she used to undress herself too.  So finally, like Mommy, like son. I was hoping more for the art and creativity though. (Just kidding Mommy)

Let’s see what else he can figure out. ‘Til next time.

I had posted earlier some of the things that Jack does that reminds me of myself as a child. I’ve noticed another similarity.

My grandmother (dad’s side) used to tell me stories about the times that she would babysit me as a baby and a toddler. Apparently I was somewhat of a mama’s boy and would pretty much cry the moment my mother left. Eventually my grandmother found two things that I liked. One was a piece of bologna rolled up with ketchup in the middle. I haven’t tried this with Jack yet, but I think I will after our next grocery shop.

The other thing that my grandmother gave me was scotch tape. Apparently she could give a piece of the sticky tape to play with and it kept me occupied for a good while. I can picture it in my head. Me, sitting in a playpen, pulling a piece of tape off of one finger and then the other, and then trying to unstick it from itself. While I don’t remember it personally, watching Jack has made it easy for me to picture. He loves tape. I don’t know that it keeps him occupied as long as it did me, but he likes to play with it. If I’m sitting at the desk, he’ll come over and open the drawer and start to get some. Of course I’ll stop him and get it for him. But who am I to deny my son the fun of sticky tape.

At lunch he’ll pull the labels off of the lunch meat container (the factory seals) and play with them. These are a little bit stickier than regular tape. When he’s done, I just put them on the top of the container for next time.

I wonder, do they make bologna that comes in those neat little Gladware containers?

‘Til next time.