Fun-Loving Gal

Jane wishes that every moment of every day could be a party. She's not satisfied with just playing around the house anymore. (which is really inconvenient timing). All day she'll ask: Yet's go to playground. Yet's go to pet store. Yet's go to Sharon's house. Yet's go to party. And when she does get to do something fun it is traumatic when it has to end.

Other than her constant boredom Jane has taken to her role as big sister this month like a champ. So far there hasn't been any instances of jealously (except for asking her Aunt Julie and Aunt Sharon to put Jack down and hold her). Well, she has occasionally asked me to not feed Jack so that I could get something for her, but overall she is being quite helpful. I can ask her to rock the car seat carrier for a couple minutes while I try to get ready to go out the door and she is learning how to gently put Jack's binky back in his mouth. (Yes, we are trying to use the word binky this time around). She loves to hold him and comes running if she hears him crying to see what's the matter. And she's learned to say "He fussin'". And according to her he is "so tute" (but not pretty). She let's me know when the sun is in Jack's eyes in the car because she'll usually exclaim, "He's winking at me!" And Jane gets most excited when she sees Jack making signs. She often points out the letter's he's making with his hands. "He make an E!!" "He make an S!!" And whoever told me that once the new baby was born Jane would seem gigantic was totally right. Whenever I go to help her get dressed or buckle her in her seat I can't believe how enormous and long her limbs are. They seem to go on for miles. And cutting her nails seems like a joke. They are huge!

But enough about Jack, this is about Jane.

Jane has started to say some things that can get pretty embarrassing when said in public. Like in WalMart she loudly expressed, "Well, I'm mad at you and you're mad at me!" And for some reason (I promise we don't beat her) she is constantly saying in a pleading voice, "Don't hurt me!"

Sometimes she is sweet about her request not to get hurt. Like when she scraped her foot against Matt's toenail she said, "Gotta be really careful with me. I your friend."

One time Matt was explaining to Jane that she shouldn't do something she had done. He kept repeating it and Jane said, "I won't! I said! Don't talk again."

Matt was eating tuna fish one day and Jane went into the kitchen and said, "What stinks?" "Tuna fish." "You eating it? Ew, that's gross."

Jane was playing with my phone and at the same time Gaylene called. When she heard Gaylene's voice she got excited and said, "I win!"

Matt told Jane to do something. Jane said no. Matt said, "Don't say no." Jane lied, "I said nose."

Jane requested I sing her a song. After a few lines she interrupted me and said, "Sing it prettier."

Jane and I had a day out before the baby came. We went to see Charlotte's Web at a dollar theater. That night at dinner I was prompting her with her prayer. It went like this:
Mom: We're thankful...
Jane: Thankful for the movie.
Mom: We're thankful for the food.
Jane: We're thankful for the food at the movie.
Mom: We're thankful for our family.
Jane: We're thankful family go to movie.

Sometimes she makes patently false claims. Matt had his yellow exercise shorts on and when Jane saw them, her eyes lit up and she said, "I like your shorts. I like yellow. I bought them for you."

Well, the majority of this month for Jane was consumed with what is technically referred to as "stool retention." I don't have the energy to go into it but suffice it to say it has been the hardest thing we have dealt with as parents (and probably for Jane, too). But when we finally got Jane to poop again she was so excited to find out that it in fact didn't hurt. I walked by her room and heard her singing the "doesn't hurt, poo poo doesn't hurt" song.

Here's Jane enjoying one of her bribes for going poo (not sure if Matt earned his or not):

And here's our fun-loving gal enjoying a parade with her friend James.