attack of jack jack....

jacob had a pixar short called "Jack Jack Attack" on harper's ipod that we watched on our way to GA on saturday. we laughed and thought about how appropriate it was that harper so appropriately dubbed our youngest boy "jack jack" when he was still so silently resting up inutero.

i am sitting here trying to decide if it is an exaggeration to say that we have our own jack jack attacks on a daily basis and while i hesitate to claim daily events i would without question say that our average puts us at that mark.

while oliver jack still wins over most strangers with the slightest grin, i am on to his game. i find myself in awe of the magic he has over people. our neighbor unabashedly declares, even in front of all my other children, that jack is their favorite. he flashes them a grin and refuses to hug them and they laugh and giggle and embrace their love for him even more.

any time that jack gets quiet we get nervous. it is NEVER a positive happening. he is usually flushing something down the toilet, eating something (whether it is edible or not), destroying something that belongs to calvary (it is like he has a sixth sense about just who to mess with), or escaping to his own doom. he needs a caretaker committed solely to his care. unfortunately for him, he is not an only child.

just recently we have had to start worrying about jack even when he is supposed to be sleeping...

i'll set the stage:

1.we have camp out setup for our three oldest children and they are tickled beyond belief to have the gift of staying up late watching a movie and having a snack...

just one of the perks of not having living room furniture in our new house yet...also makes a fantastic room for playing baby tag or soccer...not so great for hide and seek.

2. kyle and i enjoy some time to sit and watch non G rated tv programming.

3. i head downstairs to check on the kids about halfway through their show.

4. i find jack is missing.

5. i ask harper where jack is. she has no idea that he is missing. even more evidence to oliver jack's inborn craftiness.

6. i hear jack crying and shouting, "please don't spank me!" from the direction of my bedroom. i immediately know that what i am about to find is not going to be good.

7. i walk in to my bathroom to find jack sitting on the counter covered in makeup and mouthwash. the floor is covered with piles of powder, puddles of lip gloss, and a spraying of mouthwash and toothpaste (thankfully he spit).

8. i immediately left the room to get my camera...meanwhile kyle snapped a picture with his phone. we asked him how he got on the counter because it is far beyond his reach and there are no stools in our bathroom. he showed us how he used his big toe and second toe to wrap around the knob on the drawers and pulled himself up using his arms the rest of the way. kyle and i were quite impressed.

the sad thing is that we are really quite accustomed to jack jack attacks. to the point where we are rarely surprised anymore. we are also victims of his charm and far too often his actions go unpunished...in this case his remorse was enough for kyle and i to feel that jack would not attack our toiletries again. maybe.