Birthday

We have had a lot to blog about recently, but no time to blog. So, I'll cut to the chase...
My birthday was last week. The Babcock's happened to be in town, so we (along with the Lovrien's) celebrated my birthday at Chuck E. Cheese. Here are some photos:

Mom's Birthday Cake

Joe dancing with Chuck E. Cheese

Jack & Reagan driving in the clown car

Future Ice Fishing Crew: Matt, Jack, Colter, Joe, Bridger & Chad

Exciting & Fun Birthday!

Colter on the horse

Joe & Colter

Joe on the horse

Cool Stuff

As Spring reveals itself in South Dakota, we are at the mercy of Mother Nature. In the last week we've had 50 degree weather, 20 degree weather, snow, sun, slush, ice and last but not least: ICICLES! The cold nights and warm days provide the perfect weather for huge icicles. And whouldn't you know it, the Southeast cornor of the Jacobson garage produced the World's Longest Icicle. Joe thought it was the greatest thing ever.

Ladies & Gentelmen: The Worlds Longest Icicle!

It's taller than Joe & Jack.

It can't fit in our sink.

It is the "coolest" thing ever!

Daddy, The Short Order Cook

At the Jacobson house, it is understood that on weekend mornings it is Daddy's duty to make breakfast. Whether it happens to be cut up fruit for Jack, Honey Smack cereal for Joe and toast for Mommy & Daddy, no matter what, it is Daddy's job to prepare it.

I get great enjoyment out of cooking breakfast for Amy and the boys. This weekend was no different. On Saturday morning I prepared eggs for all of us. While scrambling up our eggs, Joe said, "Daddy I want shashage and egg." (shashage is the way Joe says, "sausage").

Unfortunately, we did not have any shashage for Joe that morning, but he, like the rest of us enjoyed breakfast anyway. After breakfast, we all loaded into the family truckster to make our weekly rampage on Hy-Vee. It was here where we were able to get Joe some "shashage" for his Sunday morning breakfast. Along with sausage, we purchased some muffin mix to prepare the following morning as well.

Breakfast on Sunday morning was made by not only Daddy, but there were contributions made by Mommy & Joe as well. Mommy and Joe made mini muffins and began baking them while I left the kitchen to wake the late sleeper, Jack.

Just 5 More Minutes Daddy

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Jack was partying all night with his friends Tigger and Pooh because they were interested in seeing what happend when day light saving kicked in at 2am. Needless to say, the 3 of them were disappointed. However, Jack contributed by eating 4 of the mini muffins himself. Daddy then made his family-famous eggs and all of us enjoyed our first breakfast of daylight savings time!

These Muffins Are Making Me Thirsty!

MMMM, What Is Daddy's Secret To His Eggs?

Breakfast Table Highjinks.....

.....And Shennanigans

Muffins Before.....

.....And After

Mind Reader

Joe can read Jack's mind. He can. It is true. Joe understands Jack's cries & ramblings. I am amazed. I have witnessed Joe's ability countless times. Last night Auntie Traci, the boys & I went to dinner at the Ground Round (fancy). On the way there, Jack was whining & upset. Joe announced from the back seat, "Jack doesn't want his hat on." His announcement went mostly ignored until Auntie turned around and Jack had pulled his hat off & was now happy as a clam.

Johnny Carson: The Psychic

We will be playing and Jack will get fussy and whinny. I'll ask Joe, "what is wrong with Jack?" Joe will reply "he wants a drink" or "he wants a snack." Every solution Joe offers is correct. I'll get Jack a drink or a snack, depending on Joe's response, and the problem is solved.

Joe Jacobson: The Psychic

This morning, however, I failed to listen to Joe. I was getting the boys' coats on for school. Jack was fussy, so I asked Joe, "what is wrong with Jack?" Joe replied, "he has to make a poop." Jack never poops in the morning. He is an afternoon/evening pooper. Respecting Joe, I checked Jack's diaper; it was empty. We headed to the car for our trip to school. We were only a block away from home when Jack started grunting and grunting. Joe says, "see Mom I told ya, Jack had to make a poop."