jck3 is 3!

I am due for two tribute posts.  My hubby’s kind words are overdue and will have to wait another day or so.  He has not yet told or even hinted that my icky illness has wrecked his week and any fun anniversary plans we may have had.  I guess that in itself is testimony to what a stand-up guy JCK2 really is.

It is JCK3’s day.  I can’t believe he is already three!  I mean, I sort of can, because a lot has happened since they finally ended up snipping him out of my abdomen.  He has gone from a tiny, staring little thing to an intense and plotting little package of fun.  I could go on forever and I never know where the line is when it comes to bragging about one’s kids.  I would brag and brag and brag if I was sure it wouldn’t offend anyone but since I know people tire easily of such things I will give you a list of five ‘fun facts’ about the boy of the hour: the one and only JCK3 (don’t let his 3ness fool you, he is indeed a ‘one and only’).

1-He is an intense lover of fruit.  Given the choice of a pear vs. any other sort of food he will ALWAYS choose the pear.  I can’t think of a fruit that he will not eat.  There are many sorts of cookies he will not eat.  He is not always a fan of pasta or pizza.  I have seen him turn away many pieces of cake.  The kid will always eat fruit.  Good for him.

2- It is a good thing he does not have much to work with when it comes to cursing.  The child is a born cusser.  Currently he has only ‘cwap’(crap) and “ma’am”(man) to work with as far as expletives but he uses them astonishingly well.  Example: he was watching JCK2 play a video game.  He encountered a particularly menacing bad-guy.  JCK3 whispered a very serious “cwaaaap”.  When he gets mad he storms off mumbling “I don’t ablieve it… oooh ma’am, cwap, cwap, cwap.”.   We have been trying to work on this “cwap thing”.

3-Probably common knowledge but his first word was “gourd”.  It was his first and only word for about 6 months.  “Gourd” is a pretty cool word for a first word.

4- He is a bit of a teeny-tiny academic.  He spends a large portion of his days viewing  pages and pages of  encyclopedias of sorts with his grandfather’s old camera phone.  He can already count as high as anyone probably will ever need to, he can read more than we know and likes to spook people with random reading of words in public and has had all of the solar system as well as an impressive amount of geography under his belt for some time.  This is the part that makes me uneasy when it comes to other people.  This sort of just happened.  He has his own ideas about what is worth knowing and what is not.  He has his own agenda.  We haven’t been preening him for anything, I swear.

5- His favorite song so far is Ben E. King’s “Stand by Me”.  Runners up include Otis Redding’s “Dock of the Bay”, The Beatles “Hey Jude”, Wire’s “the 15th”(that is sort of a family anthem, actually, don’t judge us), Bjork’s “Human Behaviour”, The White Stripes “Seven Nation Army” (he digs riffs) and any excruciating depressing Moby song.  We learned this when we had an extremely random selection on the mp3 player for a while.   He won’t do kids songs.  Mostly because he seems to go for over the top emotional stuff- he likes Yann Tierson (sp? sorry) Amelie soundtrack sort of thing, etc.  or stuff like Led Zeppelin.  Dan Zanes isn’t offering much in the way of “Whole Lotta Love” now, is he?  Gosh, I am sure we are terrible parents somehow….

So there we go.  A post about some stuff that is our birthday boy.  He has already enjoyed himself some “Strawberry CakePie” as he called it and some ice cream.  He got a pretty good stash of stuff this year.  He seems to get the whole birthday gig this time around.  So much so that he has suggested doing the ‘Happy Birthday’ thing on more than one occasion since the big celebration on Saturday night.

If he were to have resolutions for his third year I would suggest the following-

-wear a hat without a tantrum!

-USE THE POTTY

-stop chewing your clothes