I got it babe.

So Nathan turned two a few days ago and I have finally had a chance to write something about it thanks in part to his brother Jackson who felt the need to wake me up at 4:00 am this morning to tell me that HE couldn't sleep. Thanks buddy. So I am now awake early on a Thursday morning trying to type away before I have to get my sick wife out of bed and make breakfast for Jackson.

Nathan had a great birthday party. Actually his whole day was pretty good. Jules had some friends drop in from North Carolina on their way to Orlando. Nathan was in a great mood and played with the kids and laughed and carried on like a birthday boy should.

So on to the party. Everyone arrived and Nathan was still asleep. After waking, it took him awhile to figure out why everyone was here. In fact he probably never figured out while everyone was there. To him, it must have seemed that all of those people were there to stuff their faces full of ice cream, cake, taco dip and anything else we could. Good enough for him. But instead of eating his cake (except for about two bites) he decided on the other birthday treat...olives. Don't ask me, he's Julie's son!! HaHa.

All went well until dad was entrusted to watch out for Nathan. "I got it babe". Several minutes later, I "watched" Nathan jump up on the couch and then flip over the couch face first onto the floor. I initially thought he broke his neck. I actually wanted to throw up. Thankfully, all he managed was to get a nice black eye and a major headache. My little trooper. The whole incident reminded me of when I was entrusted to watch Jackson after Christmas dinner at the in-laws house. He was probably a little over a year old. I told Jules that "I got it babe". I wanted her to have some down time to relax with her parents and sister. A few minutes later, while "watching" Jackson, I observed him playing with a nice Christmas ornament. I didn't realize that a one year old could squeeze a glass ornament hard enough to break it. I also was surprised that a Christmas ornament, when shattering, sounds very similar to a shotgun blast that everyone else could immediately hear. Thankfully, Jackson wasn't hurt. "What was that dear?" I was asked. "Uhhhh. Nothing dear. Don't worry, I got it babe."

Now I know why I am not ever asked to work the nursery at church.

As a footnote, just as I finished this post, the aforementioned non-sleeper came in to tell me that he is ready for me to fix his breakfast. He also let me know that he never went back to sleep and almost woke me back up to fix his breakfast early. He has been watching television and playing with his Playstation since 4:00 a.m. He should be really ready to go at school today. Time to start locking the doors.