*love*

mmmm.....

...that is all.

My son thinks that I am Taylor Swift

My son thinks that I am Taylor Swift, Lady Gaga, and/or the Cast of Glee

Babies LOVE music, they also love television which means that Jack and I listen to music ALL day.  We have very eclectic taste; in the car we listen to CBC, Lady Gaga, or Glee (I said eclectic), and at home we are usually rocking out the Hot Country channel on the TV.   

Up until now, I was completely convinced that Jack was smitten by the beautiful sound of my voice.  Feeling quite chuffed, as the Brits would say, this morning I decided to test my theory...BAD idea mum!  Jack is not smitten with my voice.  In fact, when I simply mouth the words in silence he doesn’t even notice.  In addition, when I stop the music and sing on my own, his face goes a little blank, he cocks his head, and gives the "Whoa what happened" face.   

What I have discovered is that my son loves the music in combination with the crazy lady dancing while very expressively making up new words to Poker Face (who actually knows the proper ones), or pretending that she is on stage performing “Don’t Stop Believing” with Finn and Rachel Berry (Rachel, obviously my back up).

Oh well, when I get the huge two teeth grin, I can't help but keep on keeping on...wait, isn't that a song?

Happy Father’s Day!

Happy Father’s Day!

On January 12, 2010, I wrote the following post:

Chris as a dad has been the best and most exciting part about Jack being around. I knew that he was going to be great at it but I am in wonder. He is so calm and helpful...he even gave Jack a bath on his own!

I have heard many times that having a child will bond you to your spouse in a very intense way but never did I imagine that I would form this inexplicable respect for my husband. I wish that there was a word stronger than love.

Now more than five months have gone by and the above could not be truer. 

Happy Father’s Day Chris!  Jack and I are so lucky to have you!

 

And we are done here....

Shut it Down

Since the day that Jack turned 5 months old (June 1), his little personality has become even more apparent. Jack LOVES to play with his toys, pose for the camera, chat (yell – usually in a public place), and definitely *loves* to eat yams and baby cookies.

Jack can also go from 0 to 60 in no time flat when it comes to bed time. Seconds before I began filming this video the Jack Attack was all smiles and eating a Mum-Mum. To this I say – Shut it down.

VOTE FOR JACK!

Toddlers and Tiaras – here we come!

Wow – second TLC reality show reference in a row!  While we (the baby, obviously) are a far cry from prancing around on a stage with false eye lashes, Jack has been chosen as a finalist in a Cute Kid Contest.

To vote for him, please visit the link below and vote...simple as that. 

http://eyerisphotography.ca/?p=316

Now, being the extremely competitive spirit that I am, I would also appreciate if you could forward this link to anyone else that you think would vote for my crazy, adorable baby. 

Thank you, thank you, thank you – and be sure to vote from every computer that you have....this is becoming shameless...maybe false eye lashes and glitter actually are in our future.

The picture that I submited

The Sunday Night Gong Show

The Blatz Babies + 8 (adults)

“It may be a crazy life, but it’s our life” – Kate Gosselin

First of all, I cannot believe that I just quoted Kate Gosselin.  Second of all, no other statement could have been truer on Sunday.

Often on Sunday evenings, the Blatz family will gather for dinner.  When Chris and I started dating this was a very different experience; only one person would speak at a time (enforced by Steve-o), all of us “kids” would do the dishes each with our own zone (washing, drying, flatware, glassware, random bowls that end up on the kitchen table because no one can quite remember where they go...), and we would all gather after and have dessert or another cocktail.

OH MY HAVE TIMES CHANGED! 

Five years, three weddings, five kids later, and a dramatically bigger dining room table  - there are no longer eight at the table, there are 12 (plus grandma and Jack who is usually in someone’s arms), and approximately nine conversations going on at once (and yes that does mean that more than one person is just talking to them self).  While the new additions and loud dinners have only made things more fun, this Sunday that just past was quite the crazy experience!

Now let’s play the matching game, simply match the situation with the Baby.

·         Grabs Knife

·         Wonders off

·         Shockingly stays out of all trouble

·         Teething mess (this one might be easy)

·         Falls asleep

                                                         

·         Tyler – 3 ½ years old

·         Leif – 2 years old

·         Kamryn – almost 2 years old

·         Matias – 1 year old

·         Jack – 4 ½ months old

POOR Matias.  The baby, with the extensive reach, grabbed the knife and cut three of his fingers.  He was such a good guy, letting his mummy squeeze his fingers.

Oh Kamryn!  Once we had all recovered from the trauma of the Matias incident we sat down for dinner...only to notice that Kamy was nowhere to be seen.  Every one leaped from their seats and there was about a 60 second period of time when the world stopped...finally Carly and I stumbled across the little drama queen (wearing a diaper and pink bows in her hair), standing in the wagon, in the middle of the back yard...phew!

Tyler was a very good boy on Sunday.  He played ball with his uncles (while Leif twirled on the grass), and was very polite.

Jack was the obvious choice for teething...although on a positive note, Auntie Sarrah did spot a white spec on his gums!

And finally Leif – clearly exhausted from his evening fell asleep on the couch.

I think that there are a few lessons that we, as a family, have learned from our Sunday night debacle:

·         Use plastic knives

·         Perform spontaneous head counts (often...these kids move FAST)

·         Open an extra bottle of wine

·         And ALWAYS have a camera with in arms reach (this is clearly a lesson for me)

“It may be a crazy life, but it’s our life, and I wouldn’t change it for the world” – Kate Gosselin + Tamara Blatz

GO Canucks GO!

Can Hockey Admiration be Hereditary?

Jack loves hockey.  He has been a fan since he was born.  If there is a game on the TV there is no talking, smiling, or blinking.  He is just as serious about the sport as his dad...

Can not even smile at the camera

So into the game!

It must have been a commercial

Oooh La La!

French Canadian

Many of you may not know this, but Jack is actually French Canadian; which really means that his moods and emotions can be interpreted (by mum) in English with a French accent.  Jack was deemed a French Canadian Bebe from the moment we learned that he was a little boy; from his Auntie Hailey calling him guy (pronounced gee), to his little cousin Leif pointing at my belly saying “Jacque, bebe”.

Jack is very passionate about his love for Celine Dion, fine wine, and crepes.  He wakes up every morning and says “Hallo, Bonjour”.

So...the next time that you see Jack Jacque Bebe be sure to say "salut, oooh la la" and give him two kisses, one on each cheek of course.

 *Disclaimer*

While Jack does also understand when mum replies back to him with a French accent, be sure to be aware of your surroundings.  If you are not careful, you may end up in a doctor’s office being asked if you would prefer to have the appointment en français....not that that actually happened...more than twice.