Lets get right to it. Dominick is losing his teeth...in no particular order. It is super cute and borderline ridiculous. He has summer teeth -- sum-er here and sum-er there. He has one that I've been referring to as snaggle tooth. Need I say more? It is totally interfering with his speech and he gets a little embarrassed. Case in point: I am asking him how his baseball game went that I missed. (Do note that his team is very good this year and Dominick has caught a pop up fly as short stop...rarely happens in 6 year old Tball and he hit a grand slam.) He tells me all about it. The conversation ends and a couple minutes later he looks at me and says, "we're not going to get feeded." I then say, "honey if you're hungry I'll make you something, what do you want to eat. And it's fed not feeded." He then looks at me and in a huffy, annoyed voice and says "no, we're not going to be feeded." I still think that he is talking about food and thinks we're going to starve him out or something, so I ask him to elaborate and he says "my baseball team." What?? Total confusion at this point. I consider playing charades, but he is getting more annoyed with me by the minute, so I resist the urge to say first word, sounds like and do the hand gestures. Instead I ask him if there is a similar word that he could use that I might understand better. His face turns very red and he says "my team isn't going to lose." Oh! Ha ha! We're not going to get De-feated, I say. He replies, "yes, I have a hard time saying that without my teeth." It's very cute, but if that's not a redneck statement, I don't know what is. It reminds me of the time that John's redneck aunt asked him if he was embarrassed of her and that's why he doesn't come around much and he responded "if we're going to have this conversation, you're going to have to put your teeth in."
I don't plan on writing about myself very often, but here it goes, don't get used to it. I know that I'm not the best driver. I've always thought of my driving skills not so much as bad, but basically "not so great." I guess I was wrong. When a 2 year old who only has you and his dad for a frame of reference basically tells you that you're a bad driver, I think it becomes official. Most people would think that the fact that I have been in some sort of accident in every car that my parents have owned since I turned 16 including the red Pontiac twice (both my fault), both cars that they bought me including the white Cavalier twice (one my fault and one not), and 1 of the 2 cars that I have owned (so far so good with the current one I drive) that I would have come to this conclusion sooner, but I guess that I was in denial. Jackson and I went to Lego Land on Tuesday. It's about 30 or so minutes from our house. In that time, I got cut off by a guy who was trying to cross 3 lanes of traffic, to which I laid on my horn and Jackson said "mom you scared me." A little while later I hit my breaks a little hard when coming up on traffic and Jackson said "wow that was a close one." And a little later when I was surprised by the crazy, ridiculous lanes/exit set up at 121 and William D. Tate due to construction and couldn't pick a lane and was that person that people were beeping at, Jackson said "Mum, why you drive like that?" So I think it's official. I could start sending out a mass email to everyone in DFW when I'm going to be out on the road so you can stay at home and protect you and your loved ones if you would like. Apparently Jackson thinks I'm a hot mess behind the wheel. Good thing I stopped texting while driving.
Speaking of Jackson, he's the man of many faces. We talk about it frequently, but it's hard to appreciate it unless you see it. He won't do it on command, but he gives hilarious looks. Especially the one eyebrow up and one down look--his mean look. He gets the one so far up and the other so far down that it looks like it hurts. He also has an ornery look, a sideways look, both eyebrows down furrow, and the list goes on and on. Here's a couple caught on camera for your enjoyment.
If that first picture doesn't make you laugh out loud, I don't know what will. Here are some more....
I believe that the bigger the bow, the better the mom and you are not going to convince me otherwise. Apparently, many people agree with me because the girl that makes these particular bows refers to this size as a mini. I think it's just the perfect size for Vettori's tiny head and chubby face.
Happy Easter from the Jones family and our little Easter Bunny of Joy!
Until next time....
