March Iphone Dump

Sweet Cousins

Jett and Daisy Kent swinging at Uncle Wayne's and Aunt Barbara's house.

In Her Shoes 5k

 My sweet friend, Molly, put on a race for the Tupelo Women's Club.  Kala and Leslie and I loaded up to go support her.  I have been walking but this was the first time I have done a 5k in a year.  It was a lot of fun, and really just great to see and spend time with these great friends.  I thought the weather would be different and I strolled Jett.  It was cold, windy, and rainy, but Jett boy had a blast and went to sleep mile 2.

Jett's First Boo Boo

 It happened on a Sunday night.  In Cullen's words, "He did the first three steps so well, I thought he had the last one."  Too be honest he was focused on my cousin's dog and not on the final step.  

 But as I finished taking groceries in it happened.  I came outside and he was bleeding.  Cullen was calm, I stayed calm.  After getting a damp bath cloth, I left Cullen to tend to him as I went walking.  

When I returned he was calm and watching television, ready for bed.  

Spring Time Fun in the Sun

Reading with Pap Paw

Jett loves to read.  He knows where his books are and he knows which ones he wants to read.  He knows the procedure.  Get the book, hand it to the expected reader, turn around and back it up until he makes it into the readers' lap.  Mr. Jimmy happened to be his reader of choice this night.

Playing with Uncle Daa a.k.a. Pap Paw

Jett calls every older gentleman Pap Paw.  The husband baby sitter he stays with was the first Pap Paw, then Cullen's dad, then my Uncle Wayne.  

Jett loves to play outside and rough house inside and this particular day Uncle Wayne was his best playmate, swinging, playing with a ball and rolling off of furniture.

Ballard Park with D.D.

At the end of Spring Break we found our way over to Tupelo so that Cullen's mom could enjoy some quality time with Jett. It was a slightly dreary day for a stroll in the park, but Jett loved swinging, sliding, and watching the ducks.  I of course was a nervous wreck to have him too close to the water.  I know how strong he is, how fast he is, and how quickly he can wiggle away from someone holding him.  He seemed to enjoy just being outside.

Golfing

 Jett loves to play on the church playground across the street from our house.  But one day when we walked over we found it had been roped off for maintenance.  He was a sad little boy, but luckily I had brought over his golf clubs.  

 He didn't really care for the clubs but loved the golf balls.  

And while he didn't care about being his own caddy he did mistake them for a riding toy.  Bless him.

Pop's and Rocks

 We went to see my dad this morning.  I haven't seen him since his last doctor's appointment and wanted to see how he was feeling.

 Jett put on a show for him and did all of his little tricks.  He talked the whole time just babbling.

 When it came time to leave he found complete happiness in the gravel.  He had more fun picking up the rocks throwing them and yelling uh oh.  

 They had a big time passing rocks back and forth between each other.  Dad tried to send him home with some, but I know Jett, I know his strength and the first thing I would have heard was a crash through my window and an uh oh mid way home, after he threw some out the window.  We left all the rocks at Pop's and said we could come back and visit.