Look how mean we are:

Seriously. It wasn't enough to buy the suit and cram him in it, but to cart him off to Sears and make him try to smile for an hour? Mean. We should not be parents.

So this is the outfit Jackson is wearing tonight at the neighborhood block party. We'll then retire to the house and hand out candy. If you are in the Stillwater area, and have nothing to do, stop by and marvel at the kid in the chicken outfit.

Insects and the like

We got this --------->

from Grace's mother in law. It covers the carseat, showing just the face. However, if you don't like that, there is a little flap that buttons down over said face. It is very cocoon-like and if they had a pattern of either the the aliens from Aliens or the equally horrific Wilford Brimley from Cocoon, I would have preferred it, but we got cowbows. Whatcha gonna do?

These guys -------------->

Came to Stillwater from Denver to play a show. I miss the Cains. They are good people. We sat and had beers like I never left, and was really refreshing. It was also the first time we left the boy with a stranger, and there was some anxiety associated with that. Mine was curbed with alchohol, while Jen's was not. A mother's instinct trumps all.

We then spent some time in Tulsa, working on the house that is selling this friday. Yay. Good to have that off out backs. Jens parents move the weekend after that into a beautiful new home that they had built, so we helped them pack.

And that was "my weekend"

by little jasey powers, age 9

Most boring day ever.

The email systen at my work is down, and that;s how we get all of our projects. So I sit here with nothing to do. I have been reading trivia on IMDb all day.
In other news, my mom has been here all weekend helping me with the boy, as Jen was out of town at a conference. It was a big help, as I know dick. Thankfully Jen returned last night, and all is returning to normal and whatever I still can't cope with is therefore my own problem.

Sick.

All of us. All three of us huddled under blankets trying to drink as many liquids as possible, then running to the bathroom to pee. Our kitchen counter looks like a pharmacy puked on it. Jackson has a wee little couch that will just break your heart. And trying to care for a sick baby is bad enough when one is healthy, but when one is just as sick, it is no good. I wanted to lay down next to him and wail just as loud. We have to give him anti-biotics that smell like cotton candy in a little plastic syringe, and though he likes the taste, he spits most of it out every time. Now everything he owns has sticky pink goo on it. Luckily, Jen and I both had Monday off, because we would have called in anyway. I didn't change out of my jammies for three days. Now I know how Arthur Dent feels.

I hope the worst is over.

You too, can be a winner!