My dad bought Jackson this electronic Razor motorbike and, without stating the obvious, he loves it. It’s totaaaaalllllyyy aaaaaawwwwssssome, as he (all of five-years-old) would say. But, in reality, it has totaaaaalllllyyy ruined normal bike riding for him forever.
When I suggest we go out on his bmx for a gentle ride around the park he’s all like: “huh…you want me to peddle. Seriously?”
Last night, post-bath, Jackson treated Dave and I to a bit of naked Poi, and I swear for five minutes I was transported to the magical hippie commune I so longed to live in when I was 22.
Most nights (when “most” actually = “all”) if Dave isn’t around, Jackson will sleep in with me because, honestly, who wants to sleep alone right?
Anyway, last night surly, rude and super-annoying Jackson made an appearance and there was no way I was sharing a bed with him so he had to go and sleep in his own room.
At 2.12am this morning I was awakened by a little boy leaning over me and shouting an obscenely loud BOO in my ear. Not once, not twice but THREE times.
When I asked him why he was doing this terrible and horrible thing to me, he said brightly: “because I want to come and sleep with you Mommy…”
This is such a dreadful picture of my son. He was doing something weird with pushing his stomach out so he could be fat, but also he was trying to show what he looks like when he wakes up in the morning and when he pulls his muscles. And as for those silky boxers…well…what can I say? Except that he loves them and will only wear them without anything on top because “that’s what big boys do.” Left me kinda speechless when he told me that.
So small. So sweet. So goddamn freaking adorable.
The other day Jackson and I went to pick up my new glasses and Jackson was so desperate to get this pair for himself that he spent the entire rest of the afternoon walking around Sandton City with this eyes screwed up and his arms stretched out in front of him shouting. “I’M BLIND, I’M BLIND. I CAN’T SEE ANYTHING. WATCH OUT EV-E-RY BODY. I CAN’T SEEEEEEEEEE YOU.”
I guess it’s a good thing I don’t embarrass easy.
No words. Except MY HEART.
Last year I had to update Jackson’s British baby passport, this year it’s his South African one because we’re off to Thailand again in just over two months.
Baby passports gone…who’d have thought? Next thing I know he’ll be off to explore the world on his own (and by on his own, I mean with his mother tagging along where ever he goes for ever and ever and ever and ever).
Look at him, handsome thing.