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on my lap

Last night Jacob crawled onto my lap before heading upstairs to bed.  I felt a slight pang in my heart as I noticed he was having a bit of a hard time keeping his legs from falling over the edge of my bent knees.

Later, as I was laying in bed, I thought, “When will this stop?”  Because, sadly, it inevitably will.  I certainly don’t want to be like the crazy-enmeshed-weirdo mom in Love You Forever – sneaking into Jacob’s dorm room to rock him – but at 10-yrs-old, snuggling on my lap still feels right.  And so do kisses on the lips.  I wonder at which point on the continuum this will all start to change…

And then I choose not to think about it anymore.


under the covers

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ingenious

Jacob: Mom, why do I have balls?

Loooooong pause, as he’s nowhere ready for ‘the talk’.

Me: Well, I can think of a couple other body parts you have for reasons I don’t know, like your appendix.  Why do you think you have balls?

Another pause…

Jacob (in all seriousness): I think they help me keep my balance.

Very clever, Jacob.  Very clever.


fantasy

During our bedtime conversation, I discovered that deep down inside, Jacob thought Hogwarts just might be real and that he just might be getting a letter and an owl in two years. He then shared that he read “…inside Rowling’s fantasy world…” inside the cover of the 5th book and it killed all hope of this being real. To quote him, “It’s like my heart was doing swan dives into the pool, and then reading that changed its trajectory and made it crash into the lifeguard chair.”

Sigh.

Makes me smile and breaks my heart at the same time.


jacob for president

Jacob: Hey Mom…I have one dream in life. I would like to be President. I think I’ll run for it. I think I would be good at President and could make some good laws.

Me: Really? So what laws would you make? Give me an example.

Jacob: Well, only if you were running late for something, then it would be OK to speed.


so won’t the real jacob ficke please stand up

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old habits die hard

Remember the Daily Routine post from a few years ago…?

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Here’s evidence that it’s still a regular occurrence…

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he played eight

Jacob is eight-years-old today… I must admit it’s been a hard one for me.  I’ve been watching a lot old videos and looking at pictures from the infant/toddler years and have been missing that beautiful, chubby, little boy. He’s changed so much this past year…in ways I can’t even explain.  He just seems older.  So grown up.  I’m sure there are many factors contributing to this – his longer, darker hair; the thought of this being his last year in the early elementary school; his love of reading; his understanding of the world.  I’m not sure when it happened exactly, but at some point last month I woke up and he was just big.

Here are some pics of that sweet baby boy of mine…pics I’ve (apparently) been looking at too often this past week.  I know I’ve said it time and time again, but God sure gave me a beauty.


about the author

For an assignment at school, Jacob wrote a book of his own Folk & Fairy Tales.  Here’s what he had to say about himself:

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quote of the day

This one is straight from Jacob’s mouth:

“My toots smell like interesting things.  They smell like fried chicken.  Once I think I even had a jelly-smelling one.”


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