Jack Kaden

With every stupid little milestone, I get more and more used to the idea that he is no longer in mortal danger. Its kinda nice. I like it.

Anyway, this is what a 10 month old Jack looks like. Chillin’ out on Moms side of the bed and playin’ with his snake.

Ok, well word on the grapevine is that some of Jacks loyal fans are finding that their feed reader is having trouble with the DandyJack feed. Double triple posts and other crazyness abound. So, I’ve updated the feed URL and I’m now using Feedburner to serve feeds and ads to you people.

By the way, if you’re not using an feed reader, wake up and smell the 2005. Go set up an account at Google Reader  or if your old-skool like the PHC you can rock the Bloglines. Either way, you may need to resubscribe to keep up to day on Jack and his super-cute hijinks.

Yesterday my son collapsed from exhaustion at 7:24 pm.

He was very highly scheduled:

3:00 AM - wake up and cry for a bit. End up in bed with Mom & Dad. Proceed to turn horizontal to the two of them, making a giant “H” shape in bed.
7:00 AM - wake up again. Shake the stupid HabaToy thing so hard it hits mom in the head and wakes her up. Doze a little more.
8:30 AM - breakfast of yummy yogurt, 2 cheerios and a bottle. Oh and the discovery of a new tooth. Ouch.
10:30 AM - nap for less than 30 minutes.
11:30 - lunch. Steamed, non-pureed carrots…not a fan.
12:15 PM - 1st MUSIC CLASS with Mom. Totally fascinated with his classmates, Oliver and Jake.
1:15 PM - pass out in the stroller on the way home from music class. Nap for at least 1 hour.
4:00 PM - occupational therapy - work on Peek-a-boo (rough life this kid has).
5:00 PM - speech and feeding evaluation. Passed with flying colors, scored a 95 out of 110 in social skills and an 89 out of 110 in verbal skills.
5:30 PM - dinner of cheerios, pureed rice & beans and a bottle.
6:30 PM - bath time with dad and a little intro to Swimming a la Arch.
7:24 PM - pass out totally in front of guests.

We’re adding underwater basket weaving to his schedule next week.

Well, it’s the end of my first fathers day. It was a pretty damn good day. I took these while we were at Jack’s potential future favorite playground. New York City Playground* Dinosaur Playground.

* because, clearly Smith Playground takes the cake

It seems to me that Jack lucked out with his dad. Every morning when I wake up, I tell Arch to, “watch the kid, I have to shower,” and I put Jack next to a sleeping Arch.

When I get out of the shower, Jack is somehow all snuggled up in the crook of Arch’s right arm and every morning Arch is looking at him with such love, and such tenderness that it’s *almost* enough to make me forget that I busted my ass on one of Arch’s wayward sneakers walking into the bedroom.

The way Jack screams with delight when Arch tickles him, and the way they make each other laugh (my son has my husband’s sense of humor), it is music to my ears.

Good fathers are hot, plain and simple. My husband, damn, you could fry an egg on him.

Happy Father’s day dude – we love you.