New Toys Please!

This was during his punishment....time out....which he totally didn't get was a bad thing. Desperate for toys..... raiding my pans.

Trimming the bushes...

Riding in the neighbors broken barbie jeep...anytime I loose sight of him in the yard I know exactly where to find him...he loves this thing!

Jumping.....yep, we really need some new toys.

Standing on the dog...

Here is a sweet one...giving me a hug :)

He wore this to the Christmas program at church....I love it Mama Ross!

Walking with Mimi at the zoo. We went to see the lights and Santa.

It was cold!!!!

Jay did not appreciate me plopping him down in Santa's lap. He just whined and reached for me the whole time. Maybe next year we will get a good smile.

Well I'm glad Christmas is soon because Jay is BORED with all of his toys! Even his beloved choo-choo riding train and possum. I have been desperate for things to entertain him....my patience is running thin as his demands are getting higher! I have included evidence above. :)

A few cute stories to recap the week:

--I took him to school Thursday and got there a little early so breakfast was not on the tables yet. He told me "No! No!" every time I said "bye bye" and clinched my neck. I tried all of his favorite toys...trucks, balls, books.....nothing worked. He was adamant that I not put him down. I was completely confused because he hasn't done that in forever. Then, he spotted Mrs. Mamie bringing over a bowl of muffins with his milk. Without wasting another minute, he pushed me off of him and yelled, "bye bye!!" without looking back. Wow! He is definitely a Ross male!

--We are trying a new discipline tactic this week (the many scolding, hand pops, and full-blown spanks have proved only to motivate further bad behavior) after a friend of mine said it worked for her little girl. I talked to Jay about "time out" and that he would have to go to time out if he didn't obey me. We even put some of his toys in time out when he was getting too rough with them. He thinks it is so funny when that happens and starts yelling, "time out! time out!" So this afternoon, as he was spitting milk out of his mouth into the cat bowl (which he KNOWS is not allowed) I told him if he did it one more time he would have to go sit in time out. So, of course, 2 seconds later I sat him down in the corner. I was ready to fight and had already prepared myself to ignore the dramatic protest he is so good at....except he thought it was great! He sat in the corner, talking and laughing to the wall. Then I made him look me in the eye while I (as serious as I could) explained that he was in time out because he was bad, that time out is not good. Then he pointed to the cat bowl and when on and on (in baby talk) about what he did.....but not with an ounce of remorse...in fact, he was bragging about it! I am pretty sure he thought I rewarded him by sitting him in the corner!!! I am at a loss!

--When mom was here last weekend, I guess Jay heard us calling for Wes a lot and the last night she was here Wes was upstairs working. Jay knew he was up there and we kept asking him "where's daddy?" Then we would say, "is daddy working?" and Jay confidently replied, "no!" every time because to him that meant daddy was AT work. After he got tired of us going around in circles about whether daddy was actually working, he finally looked up the stairs and called out, "Wes! Wes!" We cracked up laughing, which just egged him on, and he kept yelling, "Wes!" until Wes came down the stairs...then when he saw Wes didn't think it was very funny he got embarrassed and sheepishly said, "hey daddy." It is amazing what he picks up on...it was so cute, I don't care how many times he calls Daddy, Wes but he better not start calling me Shannon.....I'd have to put a quick end to that one. :)

Lastly,

--A few months ago Hannah and I were comparing words that they boys say and she said Truman loves to say, "Jesus" and "Bible." I was shocked and said that I don't think Jay even knows who Jesus is and he is pretty sure you go to church to play in the big pool of balls. I set out a new goal...that Jay needed to be at least as spiritual as Truman. So I went to books-a-million and bought the cutest little picture Bible I could find. We have been reading it every night and he LOVES it. When I ask where his Bible is he points upstairs and yells for it. And for the past several weeks on our way to church, I talk to him about going to church and that we go to see Jesus because that is where he lives. So I really thought I was making great progress. Sunday we went to pick Jay up from the nursery, Josh and Jane were with us as they always are, and Jay, as usual, was super pumped about seeing Josh. He never even blinks at us on Sunday's....his eyes go straight to see if Josh is there. So we get in the car and I start talking to Jay about Jesus and if he learned about Jesus at church. He just stared blankly. So I restated the question, "Jay, who do we go to church to see?" And this time he knew exactly what I meant. So he quickly and enthusiastically replied, "Josh!"......I think I need some help.