The Year of the Bat

I had a dream last night that Jackson was climbing. We were out on the patio of my tiny apartment, one that I had never seen until this dream, and he started climbing the fence. He also had a full head of black hair, then I realized he was Mexican. I was surrounded by a dozen or so of my Mexican relatives, so I guess that made it okay. I was also smoking a cigar. I'm not sure if I was Mexican, come to think of it, there weren't any mirrors on my patio.

Luckily, Jackson hasn't actually started climbing anything yet, (he's not Mexican either, just to clarify) but I can't think it will really be that much longer until he does . He just turned five months old, and already he fits into twelve month old clothes. We nearly ran out of clean pajamas one night, the pile of baby clothes next to the washer growing ever so daunting. The only ones left were a pair of red 6 month Christmas jammies. But in all honesty, half of his pajamas at this time were Christmas themed. Everyone thinks it's a cute idea to buy a baby Christmas pajamas, and I'll be damned if he's not still wearing them in Spring. But this night saw the end of it, for we had to cut the toes off because Jackson couldn't straighten his legs. We, of course, took the baby out of the pajamas before cutting off the toes. He slipped in fine, and the bottom of the now footless pajama legs went up to his knees.

Alana worked from home the following day and we were able to go to the much loathed Wal-Mart SuperCenter for new pajamas. I feel like I'm becoming a Wal-Mart native, and it's frightening. In all fairness, we had to return some diapers (too small) that my mom got Jackson for Valentines Day, and we needed more formula. But I will digress. Any more ranting about Wal-Mart isn't good for anyone. Though something good did come from it, besides free diapers and cheap organic formula... Batman pajamas WITH a cape. It even has a six-pack painted on the front of the top, which is good because at this point Jackson's belly is proportionate to a third year fraternity brother.

We waited to put him them on until the weekend when my family from Denver came to visit. They didn't have much time to see us, but a new baby is a great excuse for many, many things. In this case, ducking away for a few hours from other family obligations to come see us. I kidnapped my two cousins Friday night and brought them back to the homestead. Jackson woke up about midnight to eat, and we kept him up for a little while to play with his new cousins. New to him, because they hadn't yet met. We drank some beer, I flambeted some bananas and Jackson flew around the room in his Batman outfit. A good time for all. My aunt and uncle came over the next morning to pick up their kids and see the baby. We hung out for about an hour and they left. It's only about once a year I get to see that wing of the family, but it's always enjoyable. (They're the weird librals from Denver..."liberal" intentionally spelled Texan.)