Jen and I got to experience a new and exciting first this weekend.


First weekend home with a sick baby.

It sucked.

To say the least.

While Jackson wasn't suffering major illness, he was snotty, drooly, whiney, teary, and clingy all weekend. I know what it's like to take care of somebody, for an extended period of time, but not like this.

When I had to take care of Jen during her sickness she could tell me what hurt and I could do my best to help. Jackson couldn't. All he could do was cry and push away whatever we put in front of him to feed him or for him to play with. You just feel helpless for the little guy because you don't want him to be hurting like he is but you have no idea what to do.

It took a big toll on Jen, because she had to deal with it for 2 days longer than I did. Kudos to her. She's a trooper.

Also in an interesting turn, Bugger (my new name for him because I picked a lot of his boogers this weekend. i mispronounced it once and a nickname was born ) has become a daddy's boy.

At every turn he wanted me and me only. It kinda drove me nuts because I wasn't used to it and I had things that I thought were more important to do.

He quickly let me know otherwise. ;)

From washing the dishes to cleaning my room to putting up clothes there was a yank on my leg hairs letting me know that somebody was there and wanted to be picked up.

I respected my wife a lot more after this weekend for knowing what she puts up with everyday.

It also made me love the stinker more. Never has he just come up to me and cuddled for an hour without squirming or running off or ripping my eyelashes out. He just genuinely wanted to sit with me and be held.

The two of them had me at their mercy on saturday afternoon as there were several good games on and Bugger had finally fallen asleep on my chest and jen had the remote across the room.


sigh...

all in all it was a good time. we skipped church for the first time in forever and watched movies and made bacon and eggs.

back on the slow boat of christianity for us.