This year Jace has had an EXCELLENT start to the school year. The teachers report he has a lot of self-motivation, and he is being a good leader and friend in class!
Today at drop off, he told the teacher he had something for her. As he unzipped his backpack and held my breath. Lord only knows what that child would put in there.
He pulls out a packet of letters she sent home over the summer and announced that he had completed it. We exchanged shocked glances as Jace scurried into class!
So proud of my little boy!!
Monday, August 29, 2016
Saturday, August 27, 2016
Mr. Fix it
I was told the other day that someone thinks I am funny. ME. YEAH. I wasn't buying it. So I asked why and they said the stuff I post about you is hilarious.
Ohhhhh....well that's no ME. I retorted. JACE is hilarious.
You baby, are hilarious, wonderful, and cute all at the same time.
This picture doesn't capture the best part of this day. I had actually looked out the window to find your lying back down on the sidewalk reaching your arms up to "fix" the wiggle chair you have. By the time I snapped this pic, you informed me daddy let you do it, and you proceeded to jack the wiggle chair higher in the air.
I'm not sure who you reminded me of most. Your dad, or Grandpa Baskall. Your Uncle Jeff asked if you were cussing yet and demanding your coffee! LOL. I responded that though you weren't in this instance, I may have seen you yell at inanimate objects once or twice.....so I'm pretty sure some Baskall has snuck in you! My guess is, it's only a matter of time before you're demanding coffee!
Although, you are still so much of your dad! The other day, you came home from school and when I asked you how your day was (you are 4 btw and in preschool), you told me it was good except "Dreyden was being a DICK!"
WHOAH!!! I said to you! DON'T SAY THAT WORD
"Oh, I'm really sorry mommy. I didn't know." :/
Oh Jace. It's hard to keep a straight face with you sometimes.
Sunday, August 14, 2016
Stepping up to help your mom..and you're only 4
Daddy went to the hospital this week. When you're older, you will understand, but for now, Daddy's head hurts.
You were killing me with your questions. Most people say the "where is daddy?" question in the worse....that may be true if daddy dies. Thankfully that didn't happen.
The worst question for me to field was, "Does daddy like me?" You asked it after he was unable to talk to you on the phone, because unbeknownst to you he was crying so hard he couldn't speak.
"Of course daddy likes you! He likes you soo soo much," I answered. The words felt empty. You're just too young to understand.
Inside the hospital, daddy demanded I never let this happen to you. Of course, if you have it, you have it. There is nothing I can do. However, I can make sure I get you help early and not deny you may have a problem. I will do everything in my power Jace. I just pray you are strong willed like your daddy and that is all.
Since he's been gone, I've been noticing little changes in you. You've started trying to take his place. You feel a responsibility to take care of me and do things you have seen daddy do for me.
I first noticed at the fundraiser for apraxia. We were at a trampoline place and I told you it was time to go. You didn't argue or anything. Instead, you went to our cubby, and instead of just getting your shoes on, you pulled out my flip flops and brought them over to me. I was talking to another mom, so instead of interrupting, you left them by my feet. I noticed a minute later and you were gone. I was inredulous at your sense of responsibility!
in King Soopers when were buying Daddy more Gatorade, you told me not to carry it, and you took your little arms and drug it over to my cart. It's something daddy would do, because I never by drinks.
We finally made it home and I had a box of fundraising items I picked up from an apraxia mom. I was just going to leave it in my car. I went inside and the next thing I know is you went to the passenger side and got out the box to bring inside for me.
You were killing me with your questions. Most people say the "where is daddy?" question in the worse....that may be true if daddy dies. Thankfully that didn't happen.
The worst question for me to field was, "Does daddy like me?" You asked it after he was unable to talk to you on the phone, because unbeknownst to you he was crying so hard he couldn't speak.
"Of course daddy likes you! He likes you soo soo much," I answered. The words felt empty. You're just too young to understand.
Inside the hospital, daddy demanded I never let this happen to you. Of course, if you have it, you have it. There is nothing I can do. However, I can make sure I get you help early and not deny you may have a problem. I will do everything in my power Jace. I just pray you are strong willed like your daddy and that is all.
Since he's been gone, I've been noticing little changes in you. You've started trying to take his place. You feel a responsibility to take care of me and do things you have seen daddy do for me.
I first noticed at the fundraiser for apraxia. We were at a trampoline place and I told you it was time to go. You didn't argue or anything. Instead, you went to our cubby, and instead of just getting your shoes on, you pulled out my flip flops and brought them over to me. I was talking to another mom, so instead of interrupting, you left them by my feet. I noticed a minute later and you were gone. I was inredulous at your sense of responsibility!
in King Soopers when were buying Daddy more Gatorade, you told me not to carry it, and you took your little arms and drug it over to my cart. It's something daddy would do, because I never by drinks.
We finally made it home and I had a box of fundraising items I picked up from an apraxia mom. I was just going to leave it in my car. I went inside and the next thing I know is you went to the passenger side and got out the box to bring inside for me.
It's so big, you tripped over your tricycle because you couldn't see. Usually one to cry I came running over to soothe you, but you dusted off your knee and picked up all the loose pieces before you continued on your mission of bringing in the box for me.
I snapped this picture and looked on incredulous. If you do end up like your dad, it will be sad that you have a disease in your brain, but your heart will always be pure and true, just like your dad's.
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