A Day in the Life of Jackson

So yesterday Jackson and I had some errands to run in Twin and invited Aunt Shell (Michelle) along. Jackson desperately needed a haircut and I hadn't made an appointment for him, but my hair stylist, Heather, graciously worked us in while another lady's hair color was "processing". So, we had to wait a little while and Jackson was being pretty good, until he decided he needed to hang out by the front door of the salon. I didn't want him over there for obvious reasons, so I kept redirecting him. Finally, I told him if he went over there one more time, he would have to sit with me on the couch. As you may guess, he went back to the front door and tried to escape, so I grabbed him and forced him to sit on my lap. This, of course, brought on a temper tantrum. (And might I add, that while our son does indeed tantrum, it rarely occurs in public, so I was hugely embarrassed...). Right in the middle of his tantrum, Heather decided she was ready for Jackson. So, in the midst of screaming, a rigid body, and a bright red face, we tried to begin with the haircut. Thankfully, Heather quickly came to the rescue with a blue lollipop, which Jackson immediately shut up for. The haircut continued with Jackson being a model child. He ended up with an adorable "big boy" spiky haircut and a totally cute, messy, and sticky blue face!

Following this incident, we headed out to lunch, then over to Michelle's to hang out. Jackson played well and enjoyed himself while Michelle and I had much-needed girl time. Suddenly it became very quiet--too quiet, and as those of us with children know, that is not usually a good thing. Jackson had gone into Michelle's kitchen, so I got up to peek on him, and what a sight to see! Jackson had pulled open the oven door, used it to somehow get himself up onto the top of the stove, and was suspended with his little legs straight out behind him and his belly on the stove. He was grunting and groaning and saying, "stuck, stuck...". Of course, Michelle was about to die laughing, and I would have laughed had I not been in shock. I know he's a climber, he always has been, but I could not figure out how he had hoisted his little self all the way from the open oven door clear up onto the stove!!! I still have no idea how he did it, and I hope I never see him do it again! He definitely keeps us on our toes.