We do what we can to stay entertained during the weekends. Today we went to Ikea. In Paramus. On purpose.

You see, Sidney (or “nee” as Jack calls him) shares some similarities with his predecessor. He likes to pee in Jack’s room. In the same spot Hollis’ seemed to prefer. So, without over analyzing, Arch and I decided the boy needed a new rug. And so off to New Jersey we went. Arch will post separately on the joys of house-training a puppy in NYC.

Jack took to this Ikea much better than the one in Elizabeth. This one had these little kiosks for kids to play with so, when he had enough, we could just put him in front of kid friendly totem pole and continue with our shopping excursion.

Those Swedes, they’re quite clever.

Jack would turn around ever once in while from batting at large turning objects to smile and just you know, make sure we hadn’t strayed too far… He’s turning into such a little person these days, it’s kind of amazing the changes that are taking place.

Besides the mobility, jack’s vocabulary is expanding. The words are completely unintelligible, but they sound kind of like this:

“do -do” – which clearly means doggy.
“bah – do” – bad dog…hmm – where do you think he got that one from?
“ligh” – referring to light-switches…not lights.
“Bird” – clear as day, very weird.
“buh-buh” – accompanied by some hand licking, which is Jack’s version of blowing a kiss…enough to melt your heart.
“i did it” – but he strings it together so it’s all one word “ididit!” He says it to himself through out the day. Super cute.

Oh. And he signs: All done, more, milk, doggy

The kid is a super genius, I may be biased but I am just saying, my boy, he blows me away.

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1) Teething
2) Teething
3) Teething
4) trying to crawl
5) did I mention the teething?

He’s getting his top canines and they look like they’re going to be followed pretty quickly by his two front teeth. Getting top teeth is a good thing because up until now Jack has really only had two bottom teeth and that makes chewing things, well, harder.

Despite the clear benefits of having teeth, Jack is not having any fun in the process. Last night we witnessed a baby meltdown the likes of which we hadn’t seen since the winter of 2007.

We were killllllllinnnnnng hiiiiiim with all the teeth and what not.

I tried to explain to him that teething really only happens once in a kid’s life and that it will most likely get better. That said, I haven’t discussed molars with him yet… Maybe he won’t notice those?

In fact, I’m teaching him how to swim in the bathtub. This is in advance of our planned trip to the East Hampton next weekend where I intend to throw him in the ocean.

According to my Mother, my Father threw me in a pool when I was three weeks old. I figure, I survived, so Jack should be just fine. Plus I’ve given Jack an additional 8 months to prepare. Mostly to compensate for the fact that I’m throwing him into the Atlantic Ocean, not a swimming pool on top of a skyscraper on Lake Shore Drive. But also ’cause I’m a big softie.

See below for photos from training camp.

Swimming!

Almost ready to get out of the tub.

“Father, please remove me from this bath tub as soon as possible.”

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

Anyway, here is Jack enjoying and spitting out some ice.

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The boy is learning how to sit up.

And while thats neat and all, for me, I’m still caught up in being happy that he figured out how to sit up, but not relishing that he’s actually doing it. I guess I’m working on forgetting the 2 pound 3 ouncer and letting my eyes adjust to the 23 pounder, you know? Like right now, as I type this, he’s laying on his back with his feet in his hands, babbling away and smiling. It just occurred to me that maybe he’s just biding his time, preparing to kick all our asses with his pure awesomeness.

The kid broke me. Or, to be more accurate, I broke down (much to the chagrin of my cold hearted husband). After 1 hour and 20 minutes of shrieking I picked Jack up and he promptly fell asleep in my arms.

I am not sure who was crying more. Me, or Jack.

UPDATE –

I’m not sure that everyone knows that CIO stands for Cry it Out.