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[23 Aug 2007|01:09pm] |
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Oh, and Vance has been banned from the Clark County Public Library. For life, maybe. He was running around in there screaming so they kindly asked him to please leave and refrain from returning. His grandmother was mortified. His parents weren't there.
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| Vanceyisms |
[23 Aug 2007|01:06pm] |
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Ever since he has learned to talk, Vance has bee consistently cracking us up. It started out sweetly with him referring to everyone and everything as "mama." As he has gotten older, his vocabulary has expanded; and, I am ashamed to say, he has learned a lot of swear words from his dad. Here are some of our favorite Vanceyisms:
He has two imaginary friends, both girls. One is Africa and the other is Valerina. He came up with these names all on his own.
He once used "Sweet Mary Jesus!" as an expletive.
Vance came into my room the other day and said, "It smells like son-of-a-bitch in here!"
His butt is named Jonas Cow and it sometimes blows kisses at us.
Another expletive he used the other day was, "Holy God in Christmas Heaven!"
When he wants something he asks it like this: "Is that alright if I go outside to play in my sandbox?"
My personal favorite is, "'I don't care means YES!'" Like when he asks me if he can have a piece of candy and I say I don't care.
We keep juice boxes in the pantry so he refers to them as "pantry drinks."
He can't drive the car because his hands are too little. And so much more...
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| Vance's Interests |
[09 Aug 2007|10:15am] |
I am taking some of Vance's interests down but I don't want to forget what they mean, so I am putting them here in the journal:
bidgits - our dog Bridget. He doesn't call her "Bidgits" anymore.
i yuh you - he is still full of yuhv. He's just learned to pronounce it "love."
my poop - this is what Vance would say when he had a present in his diaper for us. It was cute, but the days of diapers are over.
my poop again - see my poop.
removing my diaper - see my poop again.
sanack - he used to like fruit snacks, which he called "sanacks." He still likes them, but he doesn't use the extra vowell anymore.
sleeping on the flo - now he has a big boy bunkbed and he loves it.
yes go to bed - this was never really his interest.
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| Daddy Vancey Day |
[09 Aug 2007|09:45am] |
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Monday was a Daddy-Vancey day. It was nice. The big kids were with their dad and Kathy was at work. I took the day off to be with the Bean. We slept late. He woke me up at around 9:00 and told me it was time to get out of bed. I went out into the living room and turned on Chicken Little for him and gave him a bowl of Cap'n Crunch. We then vegged out for about an hour; him on the TV and me on the computer. I did some dishes. When his movie was over I dressed him and took him out to the park. He didn't so much like the park because the only other kids there took off when we showed up. So we went to another park but it was also deserted. We went home where I made him the lunch that he demanded. It was a hamburger with baloney and cheese on it. Weird, but that's the way he wants it. Well, he gets it. I don't like it any more than you. But he ate the whole thing. Almost in one bite. He watched Cars while he ate. Then I tried to get him to take a nap but only succeeded in falling asleep myself. He didn't run amock too much while I dozed. Mostly he played in his bedroom. Then Kathy came home and we were a family again.
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[25 Oct 2005|10:20am] |
I've been browsing LiveJournal and noticed a lot of babies have their own journals. Strangely, it seems these babies keep the journals themselves rather than their parents doing it. I wonder why we didn't think of that. This would probably be updated more if we let Vance do it himself.
Technically, Vance is no longer a baby. He is out of the crib, off the bottle, and has thrown away all his ga-gas (pacifiers). He can have a conversation with me (although it is still a bit one-sided) and he is almost ready to be potty trained. He will always be my baby, though. Even when he's forty.
Last night when I put him to bed, we had this exchange:
Daddy: Time for night-night. You wanna sleep in your Vancey bed?
Vance: No.
Daddy: In your Cammy bed?
Vance: No.
Daddy: On the flo?
Vance: No. I wanna sleep on the kangaroo!
What kangaroo?
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[09 Jun 2005|01:45pm] |
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| Two |
[08 Jun 2005|01:14pm] |
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Today Vance is two years old. He's a walking talking trouble-making toddler. He has crazy blondish-reddish hair and he makes the best facial expressions. He comes up to you and hugs you and says "I yuh you daddy," or "I yuh you mommy." We are trying to ween him off his pacifier (or "ga-ga," as it is known in our house). He's out of the crib and into a toddler bed (a big boy bed). He calls me "daddy," he calls Kathy "mommy," he calls Tabitha "sissy," he calls Cameron "bubba" and he calls Teo "Tyoe." He calls his grandpa "pop." He tells us when he has poop in his diaper, but to him poop means poop and pee. He loves to dance and sing. He makes the best songs. He likes to get into things he's not supposed to, then turn and look at you with an evil grin on his face. He is my best boy. Happy brithday, Vancey.
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| Firsts |
[25 Feb 2005|12:59pm] |
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A lot has happened since the last post. Baby's first crawl, baby's first walk, baby's first word, baby's first sentence. I'm sorry to say I'm not sure what the first word was. I think it was "mama," a title he briefly asigned to everyone and everything. His official first sentence was "Hi, Teo!" He's still very cute and very much the center of attention wherever he goes. He's my little buddy and I love him to pieces.
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[17 Nov 2003|10:08pm] |
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| This Dad Stuff |
[25 Oct 2003|10:51am] |
Our desktop stopped working and then a few weeks later our laptop did too. So until we get a new computer, I probably won't post much. Not that I posted much before. Right now Vance and I are in the Public Library using their internet connection. Vancey was making a lot of noise but he fell asleep. I was afraid he'd get us kicked us out. Do they really do that in the library.
I got up early this a.m. (well, early for me on a Saturday. It was 8:30) and fed my smallest joy. I gave him some cereal and then a bottle and he seemed very happy. Sometimes I look at him and think "wow." I mean, I am a dad. A father. There are kids that look up to me. For guidance and stuff. Me. Jason Jones. The guy who used to cover his milk cartons in salt and eat them in the first grade. The guy who was engaged to a girl but lied to her about every little minute detail. The guy who once ordered a 12 piece original recipe chicken meal from KFC and ate all the chicken in one sitting and then barfed it all up and ate some more. I just gotta hope God knows what He is doing.
Sure He does. Kathy always says He doesn't give her more than she can handle. So unless He's picking on me for something, I gotta assume I can handle this dad stuff.
I'm going back to Georgia in December, the week before Christmas. I'm going to have more time to spend there so more of my friends can meet Vance and spend quality time with him. I wanted to get video footage last time but we were in and out of the state so quickly it never happened. This trip it will be just me and Vance.
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[17 Jul 2003|04:42pm] |
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There has never been a better looking baby than Vance. All other babies pale in comparison. I'm such a proud daddy. I love him more than I thought possible. I love his mommy more and more everyday. His brothers and sister are out of town with their dad this month and we miss them. Vance met his grandmother Karen, his grandma Betty and grandpa Dick, his uncle Chris and aunt Yen Kuang, and of course all his family here in Ohio too. Everybody loves him and says what a pretty boy he is. He's crying now. I want to go hold him.
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[09 Jun 2003|09:54pm] |
Kathy tells everyone I cried when Vance was born. And I did. We knew he was coming on Sunday but it wasn't real until I watched the doctor pull him out of her. I thought he was beautiful from the first minute I saw him and I still do. Everyone tells us how pretty he is. He has long fingers and his pinkies are crooked. He has a head of fine light hair and blonde eyebrows.
Vance was born yesterday, June 8 2003, at 3:09 p.m. He weighed 8 pounds and 6 ounces. He was 21.5 inches long. He came out face up with his little nose blocked by his mommy's pelvic bone. Now he is sleeping in his hospital bassinette while his mommy watches TV and his daddy writes this.
Pictures to come.
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[06 Jun 2003|03:44am] |
In 2 days, Vance will be born. We've been working so hard to make sure everything is ready for him...it feels like, no matter how much we do, there's always something more. The saving grace is that, in my heart of hearts, I know that, somehow, whatever we have done will be enough. Life just works out that way, doesn't it?
Jason has been such a dear to put up with me during this whole pregnancy. I have to admit, I'm looking forward to feeling better almost as much as I am looking forward to meeting my new son. It will be such a thrill to be able to walk without pain and eat without nausea that I don't think I'll mind getting up at all hours of the night. (Come to think of it, I've already been doing that anyway...) (smile)
We are supposed to arrive at the Birthing Center at 8 am, but I'm going to push for 7:30. If we're delayed, I want to know that it's because of them and not us. I'm hoping to have the baby around lunch time, so we have plenty of time for visitors and such on Sunday evening. (I'm already looking forward to that post delivery nap...)
I spent today organizing his little dressers, and laundering all his clothing and blankets. Jay commented that Vance's things just blend right in with the rest of the house...it'll be as if he's always been a part of our family.
I can't wait to watch Jay with him...I can't wait to see his reaction, every day, to the new little person who is so utterly dependent upon him. I can't wait to see how they affect each other.
And, I can't wait to see those little eyes, and that little face...those little fingers and toes. I can't wait to hold that tiny, almost weightless, body in my arms and watch him eat and sleep and explore his world.
2 days to Vance.
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