Posts Tagged: Little Man


31
Aug 09

So what do you do when…

You just can’t think of anything to say?

I’ve been in a writing slump this entire summer.  I suppose it’s because much of my impulse to “write” is pacified on twitter and facebook.  Or it could be due to all of the home upgrade projects we’ve been doing since May.  I dunno.  But nothing is hitting me.

I’ve thought about just posting updates on Jack-Evan, but who wants to read just plain ol’ updates of someone else’s child? Even if he happens to be the cutest, sweetest, most lovable little man in the world, thankyouverymuch. :)  But still, I must have creativity in the things I post.  But it’s not happening.

So here I am, just stopping in to say hello to my, oh, say, 3 remaining readers. (Hello!)

Jack-Evan is about to turn 16 months old in a few days.  The other day my mom, Aunt Mae, Jack-Evan and I went on a day trip.  On the drive back, I remarked to my Aunt that I couldn’t believe a few of my cousins were in upper level high school.  I still felt they should be in Junior High or something.  In my astonishment, I remarked “Where in the world did the last year of my life go??”

My aunt, without missing a beat, replied “He’s sitting here in the backseat….”

….

Jack-Evan isn’t quite walking yet, but he is standing (hurray!) and taking a few steps once in a while.  The doctor says he just needs to get his confidence up.  His Papa says that Jack’s just simply figured out that the best way to travel in life is to let everyone else carry you!

He’s also picking up new words and actions each day.  The past few weeks, we’ve been working on body parts.  ”Belly” is his favorite, and if you ask him where someone’s belly is he tries to raise their shirt to show you.  The only embarrassing part is when he decides that he wants to point out “boobie” instead and raises the shirt too high.  Jack & his daddy have also been working on showing their happiness with a drink.  After taking a sip from any drink, Jack-Evan will pull away, open his mouth, and go “Ahhhhhhh” in whispery delight.  He even does it after nursing.  The first time he did it after nursing, I almost dropped him because I was laughing so hard.

Ohhh the delights of motherhood, right?!


24
Dec 08

My Poor Little Ferret…

…died yesterday.  

I had him longer than I had Kevin – Napolean has been with me ever since the summer of 2005, and Kevin became his ferret’y dad when we married a year later.

He loved playing with his bell toy, snuggling in warm rags, and bouncing around the room. He had this little plastic squeaky toy shaped like a little man in a blue coat that he would drag around the house with him. When excited, he would make a chucking/kissing type of noise, and when he was upset he would hiss.

Shoulder rides were his favorite thing (besides his little blue man), and he was good at giving kisses. He would even jump in my arms from the floor when I reached down towards him.

He was a good, funny little guy and my heart is broken that he’s gone.

Although we didn’t know it until a few months ago, Napolean had kept a huge secret from us his whole life – he was actually a girl. It took a sharp eyed neighbor to fill us in. We tried calling him a her for a while, but old habits die hard – and we finally decided that Napolean(a) would forever and always be a “he” to us. I’m sure he really didn’t mind.

His nicknames included “Poley”, “Snicky Nicky” and the occassional “Snickelodeon”.

His cage is forever empty now, and his food dish is sitting there on top, never to be replenished again.

The little jingle bell wooden toy that hung in his cage these past 3 years will be going into my memory box.  It’s hard – I keep thinking I hear his jingle bell rattling like he does, then it will hit me that he’s no longer there to rattle it.  I cried for hours last night.  Kevin said he even shed a small tear on his way home from work after I told him.  

We’re about to bury him in the backyard.  We made him a coffin out of Kevin’s size 14 shoe box, and wrapped Napolean up in a nice dish towel. 

He’ll be buried with his water bottle, and the little blue man that he loved so much in life.

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