Impressive.

Just another quick picture-less post. Jackson was saying something that we couldn't understand. This happens sometimes and it's frustrating for everyone involved. Tonight, he was saying something that sounded to us like "pugs". We responded, "pugs?". And Jackson said; "No. not pugs, pugs!" Then came the reason why I'm writing this. He said; "He's from Yo Gabba Gabba". Then it was obvious. "Plex!", I said. "Yeah. Pugs." and he continued on telling us something he learned from Plex. A breakthrough in my opinion. Usually, this sort of communication breakdown results in screaming and tears until one of us figures out what the heck Jackson is saying or we successfully divert his attention elsewhere.

Jackson Said: Vol. 1

I've said this before, but one of the main reasons I started this blog was to chronicle amusing things said and done by Jackson as he grows up. So, I'm going to start doing that now. In between longer, picture laden posts, I'll post these "Jackson Said" volumes. That way I can just type it in and the hilarity is not lost forever.

Without further ado. Betsy was changing Jackson's diaper last night and Jackson Said: "Do you wanna smell my poop? Here ya go. Enjoy That."

A Christmas Miracle

Jackson has been sleeping in the bed with us since day one. I know, I know. You can't do that. You just gotta let him cry it out in his own bed and he'll get over it. Well, we're wimps. We couldn't do it. We tried once or twice and he cried till he threw up. So we relented and just let him keep on sleeping with us. We got a king size bed and it wasn't so bad.

Now, with almost no provocation, Jackson is sleeping in his own bed.



It's been five nights. So I think it's safe to talk about it. Monday afternoon I rearranged the bedroom a little and put clean sheets on his toddler bed. That afternoon, Jackson asked me if fire fighters slept in their own beds. I emphatically said; "yes they do". That night, Betsy asked him if he was going to sleep in his own bed. He said yes and he did. And now every night since then, he has slept in his bed. It has required no argument and no tears. That king size bed sure is big with just the two of us in it. Next step, no more diapers (fingers crossed).

We Haven't taken a lot of photos since the cruise. So rather than post them on here one by one I've put them into another one of these slide show thingamajigs. Enjoy.

The Cruise

I figured I better get a post up before Christmas. Otherwise I'll end up having a whole bunch of pictures of Jackson opening presents and playing with toys, etc. and I'll never get the pictures from before Christmas up here.

So let's start with the cruise pictures that I mentioned in the last update. As many of you know, we went on a Cruise to the Bahamas, with lots of family and friends, back in October. We had lots of fun. Bringing a two year old on a cruise was maybe not the best idea but we managed to have a great time anyway.

Here's Jackson at the start of the cruise with the smoke stack in the background. For some reason he insisted on calling it the stack smoke.


We had an extra bed in our cabin that folded out of the wall. Jackson and Hunter loved it. They called it the elevator bed.




Breakfast in bed was also a welcomed perk.


We went to the aquarium on Paradise Island.


And we had Lunch at Senor Frog's. Fortunately Jackson was sound asleep on Grandpa's shoulder. So Mommy and Daddy got to enjoy a nice lunch.




This was our view from our lunch table.


After lunch, Jackson woke up and we went down to the nearest public beach with Jay and Denise and the Davis Family.
Here's Jackson collecting Big rocks from the sea.


Then we headed back to the ship to get ready for dinner.



At dinner, Jackson made a delicious concoction of water and bread, mixed in a wine glass.


And then he DRANK IT!!!


The bathroom in our cabin served as Jackson's surrogate fire station. He spent a lot of time in there. Don't as me. He's two.
Here he is making ghosts with with towels.


That was the cruise in a nut shell. We had fun despite the fact that Jackson wore us out. He had enough fun to wear himself out by the end.

The Return of the Blog (maybe)

So it's been six months since I've updated this puppy. What a lazy bum! Right? Cut me some slack. Our camera broke, I got a new computer, had to learn new camera software, we moved, etc. Okay. I know. Excuses, excuses.

So when we left off, Jackson was just starting to say some crazy stuff and I couldn't remember any of it. Now he says tons of crazy stuff and I can't remember any of it. Last week his teacher told me that Jackson said he needed ten bucks for beer. How's that? That's a good one.

In order to get back into the swing of things, I think I'll just dump a bunch of pictures on you faithful readers of the blog. Of course, I'll comment when needed. I'll also insert any random memories that pop into my had as I go along. Okay? Ready?

Here goes!


Jackson in a kitty litter bucket full of water. Good times.


Jackson painting and sporting his new "cheese" face. For some reason he started closing his eyes when his says cheese.



These are the first of many many fire fighter related images to come. This kid is obsessed with all things fire fighter. He can take roll call and then tell all about how a pumper truck works. Just the mere sight of a fire hydrant on the side of the road is enough to make his day.


Complete outfit with mask, boots, and jacket.

Let's see. What else? We went to the Zoo a couple of months ago with Jackson's buddy Hunter and his parents,(our buddies) Scott and Jenny.






We got a new kitty and we named her Macadangdang. Don't ask.



Jimbo was not impressed at first.



But they quickly became the best of friends.

Now for some random silliness.







There's plenty more silliness. In fact, let's see some more.


Crazy hats with Theresa. That's fun.


And how 'bout diaper head? Also fun.

Another thing that Jackson is totally into is tools. He loves to "fix" He's always saying: "Can I fix with you Dad?" whenever I'm working on something. Or he'll say: "You wanna fix with me?" Whenever he's playing with his tools. If Uncle Greg shows up at the house, Jackson immediately runs off to get his tools to show Greg. He knows if Greg's here, something's gettin' fixed.


Here he is with his tool belt and no pants.

We recently went on our first fishing trip. Scott, Jenny, and Hunter invited Jackson and I to join them at a little lake that is slap full of tiny Bream. Jackson was all about it until the fish was out of the water. Then he wanted no part of touching it. We had Jackson and Hunter both saying they wanted to catch a "monster". In this lake, a monster was a three inch fish instead of the usual two inch fish. We sure had fun though.




That's pretty much it. Well, except for the pictures from our cruise to the Bahamas. I'll save them for the next post. That way I'll be more likely to actually create a "next" post.

Thanks for reading. Thanks for waiting six months for an update. I'll leave you with some more random acts of silliness.







Bye Bye!

April 2008

Oh Man! Jackson says some funny stuff. I really need to write them down every time he comes out with a good one. As I type this, I'm forgetting quality words of wisdom. In the last few days he's started saying something that he obviously picked up from his mom. "How my look?" That's "how do I look?" For those of you that don't speak the language. If you, in turn, ask Jackson how you look, he'll say; "pretty good". "Pretty good" is his go to answer for just about every question that relates to how something is, was, or looks. Dad: "How was school today Bud?" Jackson: "Pretty good".

While I think of another example I'll let you peruse some recent photos.

The Icecream man is a pretty big deal in Jackson's world. We don't see him often but when we do, it's memorable.

Here's Jackson making his selection.



Let's go mom! Pay the man.


Then Jackson found a nice safe place to eat his frozen treat.


Here's the Bugg trying to be cool like dad.


Enjoying a nice walk on the pier with mom.


After several botched attemps at a haircut by both Grandma B and Betsy, Jackson finally got a real haircut by someone who knew what she was doing. Look how handsome.


And finally, here's a picture of Jackson and me in front of the sandcastle that Uncle Greg, Jay, Ryan, and I built on Saturday. We won "Best of Show" at the 32nd annual Jax Beach sandcastle contest.


Okay. So I'm still having a brain freeze on the other great things that Jackson says. I get them next time.

I'll leave you all with a little Harmonica solo by a nude Jackson. Don't worry. It's shot from above the waist. Enjoy!



Bye Bye for now.