Jack’s First Time Out

Well, it’s begun. Jack now has a time out chair that sits in the hallway ready for his little buns for those moments in which he chooses not to listen to his Berber. I had to take a picture to commemorate this awesome occasion: his first time out.

Why my house is never clean,

Jack was very busy today dumping the entire contents of the 2000 count Qtip bag out onto the my bathroom floor and eating purple Sharpies.  I was very busy calling Poison Control and trying to explain to strangers that the purple “bruises” on his face were really not what they looked like.

“Jack, did you get into the formula?”

It’s always a bad sign when he gets quiet for over a minute. Always.