Jackson Branson Pruett!

Jack!

Jack Pruett

Jackson Branson Pruett! Jack Pruett is our baby.  I know I know we are too old to have a baby.  Well he's 5 and growin up fast.  DH and I decided to adopt and we picked out Jack because he was the most handsome one!  That is what he will tell you anyway.  This while in truth is a stretch.  Bless him, he was red and had red hair and a bad attitude.  He was a screamer!  We rolled him out of that hospital and we were in love.  We got him home and wow! He got real quiet.  He was a meth addicted baby you see.  We knew what to expect.  I was armed with Rob.  My closest buddy and he was a pediatrician so we were ok, Right!

Well sorta, Well we had this most wonderful little boy who looked kinda like Red Skelton.  I'm serious you crunch is face up just right and it was Red.  So he had a hard start but he's great now.  We waited awhile to adopt him as his bio mom passed away and meth head sperm donor thought he would take him. Umm not so fast buster!  So we did all the legal jargon and well here we are.

Adoption day! (left to Right back to front Robert Coles, Grandpa Charles Pruett, MOM, Dad, Earl Pruett,  front left to right Jacks Lawyer Max Brewington, Judge Katterton, Jack, Mary Hannah, Debbie Pruett, Sharon Pruett, Tracey Pruett holding Maddie Pruett, Sherry Smith, and in front Taylor Pruett.





Summer Fun!

So here we are with a new little one and everyone asking us "are ya'll nuts"?  Now we surely were.  Miss Priss could get dressed all by her self and Just Like my Own was on her way to her own nest.  Here we are.  I wanted that baby! I got him too.  Now the only real issue he has from his drug exposure is ADHD.  You have to understand Miss Priss was a calm child.  Jack Branson was into every thing and I do mean EVERYTHING!  He has no fear.  My Mama Sue says its just being a little boy.  I'm sure it is.  Now if you ask me today, I'll tell you I'm a much better parent at 40 than I was in my 20's.  I spent all kinds of time keeping Miss Priss from getting paper cuts, getting dirt off her and keeping her hair bow in place.  Jack Branson well the best way to describe it is "whatever". 

An example of this being, DH and I were sitting worn out on the couch one night and Jack climbed to the top of the back of the chair.  Its a big wing back and he loves to climb on it.  So he decides to jump off the back of this chair.  I tell him 2 times.  "Jack don't do that you are going to get hurt."  DH tells him too.  We finally just look at each other and say "wow that is going to hurt".  He jumped off and guess what "it hurt".  Didn't happen again though.  Now to say Jack is busy is an understatement.

Jack is well Jack.  That is the only way to describe him.  He is most wonderful, handsome and precocious.  Jack did have one issue where he was kicked out of preschool.  Seems the 1st grader called him names and pinched him.  Well Jack pinned him to the ground bloodied his nose and wooooooooooo caused all kinds of hurtin.  Well the daycare director "talked" to me.  Well with Miss Priss I had never experinced the beating up of a 1st grader.  You have to understand Jack is 3 at this point.  So as his teacher is ranting on and on about how he is OUT OF CONTROL.  I simply look at her and say..." ummm so Jack is 3, this kids is in 1st grade.  He was on a playground.  A monitored play ground."  She smiles and kinda looks at me like "well yes".  I say " so no one could pull the 25 pound 2.5 foot tall 3 year old of the 1st grader!"  Seems like a lack of supervision to me.  I left and boy howdy fast.  So in the car on the way home, I have a talk with Jack.  I said " Jack now its not nice to hit our friends".  He responded " But mommy he make fun of me HE NOT MY FRIEND".  Now I ask how do you argue with that one?  So I explained that he should tell mommy if this moron first grader make fun of him again.  Then mommy would go and beat up that kids mommy and all would be well.  There ya go problem solved.  DH really didn't say anything, you can't argue with logic.

So we cruise on through day care, the new one.  Seems Jack is an angel.  I knew this all along.  So Rob aka uncle/doctor Rob.  Does not think he's such an angel.  This after spending a weekend with him.  So at around 4 we make the decision to put Jack on Ritalin.  OMG !  why didn't anyone tell me this.  Different kid.  He has some impulse control.  Life is good! 

So fast forward a few months later.  Jack and I are driving in traffic.  We get stopped in the parking lot we call I 35.  Well from the backseat what do I hear?  "Get out of my mommy damn way she has insurance".  Well crap! I know exactly where he heard that.  I said now Jack that is not nice.  We don't say that.  Jack in all his sweetness said "why not mommy you sayed it".  Got me there honey but lets don't say it in front of daddy.  Well we go weeks with no other potty mouth issues.  Then one day he was getting in the car.  Grandma was buckling in and I was buckling in Jack and he says "i hate this damn car seat".  I looked at Grandma and she kinda snickered and looked at me and said wonder where he heard that. UMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM DH .... says it all the time! Thats it .. OK lets go.

So we have lots of Jackisms, he's stopped saying the D word for the most part although when he's all alone in his room every now and then I hear.  Hit the spider man Damnit!

So when we decided to adopt and DH wanted a boy I said "OK".  Now there was a butt coming.  I informed DH that he had to deal with all Penis issues.  He is daddy and he has one so all penis task fall to him.  Sounds fair right?  So those issues came up with potty training.  DH did not hold up well.  SO I took over the potty training.  I was off all summer and it just made sense to me to teach him to pee on bugs outside.  Our yard is fenced who cares! DH cared.  He said he can not be peeing in the yard.  I was like why not, my daddy used to pee off the porch all the time.  He said well we live in town.  Yeah! but we have a fence DUH!~  So here we are, yes I taught my child to pee on bugs outside and it worked.  Worked well! 

So DH comes home from the new private church pre school and said " we had an issue at school today and it's YOUR FAULT".  We had and issue and its my fault ...r ealllllllllllllllllly.  What is the issue.  Seems my sweet darlin pulled his pants to his ankles and peed on the slide at recess.  OH HELL!  This is a penis issue but its going to fall to me because I taught him to pee outside.  So I reason with him.  "now jack" i say " you can not pee pee outside at school".  He said "I had to go".  I tell him you have to tell your teacher so you can go inside.  GET THIS! Jack said "but nobody seed me there was a fence! oooooooooooooo here we go.  OK I say" jack honey someone did see you baby.  They sent you to the principals office and you had to sit and wait on daddy".  He said "oh".  Now DH was mad.  He said this is all your fault.  I said " my fault".  You are in charge of all penis issues and this is a penis issue.  He said you taught him to pee outside.  I said YEP and I did well now didn't I?  He just rolled his eyes and didn't say another word about it.

Fast forward to today! My precious darlin little one "flipped off his teacher".  Yep sure did put that middle finger right up.  DH came stomping in MAD oooooooooooooooo he was mad.  I said "I did not teach him that"!  DH said I know. Whew!  I was afraid he learned it in the car.  He can't see me from his car seat though.  I have no idea where he learned this.  So I ask.  He said "learn what Mommy? To put up fingers?" Yes folks he flipped me right off! I said JACK! That is not nice. We don't do that do you understand?  He said yes and slunk away.  No T. V. or computer games for him tonight and I mean it!  Well since we have started This preschool he has stopped cussin but he has learned that boobies are chi chi's in Spanish.  Now who taught him that! I did not I don't speaky the Spanish! 

Well we are laughing now but woooooooooo as someone told me tonight we are sure going to have fun with him!  I just groan and say Miss Priss was never like this.  Like my Mama Sue said "yes but Miss Priss was a girl".  Jack Branson is all boy!  Just pray for us we don't beat anyone up and get kicked out of pre school.