PAH-Coo-Say!!! And Jack, our budding Alcoholic.

So I generally don't like to give my kid sugar. I'm kinda weird like that, but hey, it works. Never had ANY cavities growing up. It has been ........ difficult to do the same with the Jackster, how-ev-uh, because of the nice people that live in our condo's. You see, otter pops are cheap, and they freeze well. So when the Andersens, or the Taylors, or the Petersens bring out a handful of otter pops for thier kids, it is IMPOSSIBLE to a) NOT let Jack have one without a GI-HUGE-IC meltdown, or b) NOT let him have one. I use to be better about this, and would offer Jack animal crackers, or orange slices, or apple slices-seriously, I tried. Of course, Jack would spend the entire time either throwing a huge fit (complete with headbanging on the ground) or staring at the lucky kids whose parents cared not a whit about this current set of teeth like a starving monkey would stare at a big bunch of bananas just out of reach. So, I've finally given in, and now, I bring *&^%$# otter *&^%$ pops to the playground with me. If you can't beat'em, join'em, right? So there. Jack is a lot happier now, and besides, it's not like these are his permanent teeth or anything, right?
On the alcoholic front, Jack has a friend who introduced him to the wonderful concept of 'cheers.' Rhaegan (there's a picture of her in the 'Orsey' post) was out on the playground with a PAH-coo-say (Jacks word for popsicle) and taught a bunch of kids to say 'cheers' and bang their popsicles together. Well, little Rhae is a great teacher, cuz it stuck. Jack says 'Cheers' now for everything, from popsicles to juice to carrots to pizza. Really, a wonderful addition to the Acosta family household. Cheers!!