Since I've been sick...

Jack has had fewer enforced boundaries. There is a significant decrease in the number of pictures that I have taken in the months that have been the worst so here are some of the few, all of Jack of course.

Anytime it would rain, Jack would go outside with his umbrella and boots and enjoy himself, sometimes sitting down in the puddle of the down spout of the gutter. 

He was mostly always supervised, but sometimes tried to run away from our house (I since have had to tie the fence shut so he wouldn't get out.) Sometimes he sneaks into the azaleas with his milk.

Another favorite place Jack liked to go while I was laying on the couch is upstairs. Kleenex boxes are so much better than blocks. (Also notice how often his is in pajamas- I didn't always get around to changing his clothes.)

I do feel bad for this poor kid though, since he was getting less attention/love/interaction/comfort from me, he turned to his blankie and pacifier so much more for comfort. Often he would go upstairs and I wouldn't hear from him for a long time. I would go and check on him and he would be just sitting in his closet not doing anything. I hope he isn't too messed up...

He also now has this strange compulsion to hide/stash all his toys instead of playing with them. Below is him putting every loose object in his room into the pack-n-play. Shortly after Levi left He started doing this shortly after Levi left, so the pack-n-play was still up. Taking it down didn't solve the problem, he now piles up his toys in any confined space. Mainly behind things like his crib, piano, couch, and food storage. I've stopped cleaning it up because it is a pain and now he pretty much doesn't have any toys in sight.  

And of course, no childhood is complete without writing on the walls. The worst time was when I was upstairs having one of my frequent dates with the toilet. After composing myself enough I come downstairs and look for Jack. In the kitchen I see white board marker all over the fridge and cabinets, then I see some on the carpet and on the wall by the door. Then I find him outside drawing on the porch (he can open the door), after scribbling on the outside doors. I was able to clean most of it off, except for the marker on our little trash closet door. If you come and visit you can still see it.

Another time when I came back downstairs I found Jack smelling the flowers. That was more pleasant.

Jack did seem to enjoy eating the foods that I was eating. His favorite was popsicles. 

Another bonus for Jack was the increase of daddy bonding time. Chris was so awesome at watching Jack when he came home from school and on the weekends. You can't tell from the picture but one of the favorite activities was bike rides. Then in a tragic turn of events, the bike was stolen one day when Chris took it to campus. It was locked up and everything too. Luckily campus security caught the event on video so they know who did it and the guy is now in prison for a different offense, but it seems like he sold the bike before getting caught so we are probably not going to get the bike back. Sad sad day.