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Jack is Four

Jack turned four years old last weekend, and we celebrated with pizza, cake, ice cream, balloons, presents, and MONSTER JAM! We had a total blast, and as of yesterday, we’re still recovering.

My plan, (don’t laugh) is that now Jack is four, to start making him sit for practical homeschool lessons. We’ve been focusing on letters and numbers, what they are, where they go, and who they belong to for much of this past year. I’d like to advance into handwriting this year.

Jack draws, he draws cute little stick people, but that’s a relatively recent development.


I got him a new chapter book for his birthday, I read it to him, of course, and the lack of pictures tortures him but it impressed by the presence of so many letters.

Jack is still really into vehicles and play acting. He’s always acting out little scenes and monologues and telling us stories, and that’s how he processes new information and stores it in memory. He also likes to teach his little-stuffed animals their colors and numbers etc., and it’s adorable.

Anyway, here are some pictures of us from the last few weeks.




I confess…

Since I’ve been working and going to school for over a year now, I have noticed myself feeling judgmental or resentful toward Jeremy as a stay at home dad. Not a lot, but on occasion, like, when the house is a wreck and Jack has done nothing but eat chips and rampage all day.

 In those moments when I judge my husband for not taking care of the laundry and dishes in addition to taking care of Jack, that I have to remember that I had days like that too. Days where I kept Jack alive and fortified with chips and crackers, and relatively entertained by a third party (YouTube and Netflix)  In fact, I still have days like that.

It’s important for me to remind myself now and again, that being a parent does not require perfection at all times. Some days spent at home with a small child, much like some days spent at work, are entirely shit house. At least I can clock out from work, but I won’t clock out from being a parent, and the same goes for Jeremy.

In other words, It’s okay if we drop the ball sometimes. Not every moment of Jack’s childhood is going to be sunshine and arts and crafts. I can not hold my husband to an unfair double standard as a stay at home dad. If it was ok for me to have a fuck all day, then it’s ok for Jeremy.

Our house may not look perfect and Instagram-worthy all of the time and the dishes in the dishwasher are not always going to be clean and if you come over to visit, you may crunch a cheerio under your foot while striding across our kitchen floor, because two year olds. 


To my husband, I love you and I appreciate you no matter how little or how much you accomplish in a day. (Although I have to admit, nothing turns me on quite like the sound of dishes being washed.)

And as for dad’s go, you’ve already got both of ours beat. You’re a wonderful husband and father and Jack and I both love you dearly, and unconditionally.

Thank you.