Jameson is becoming very aware that Dad is at work. Every morning he asks if Dad has gone to work. Then, during the day, if he gets hurt for some reason or is crying, he just wants Dad. I always tell Kevin that nothing better ever happen to him, because I don’t know what I’ll do with this child. He loves his daddy. So last Wednesday, Dec. 22, Jameson told me he was going to work with Dad. He went in to his toys and started searching. He came back into me and asked, “Where’s my tools, Mom.” (Background info: I cleaned out some toys, and his tool belt is something that got put in the garage.) So I told him it was gone. He looked at me and said, “No, Mom. It’s in the garage. I go get it?” Great. I should have hid it. I don’t want to get rid of it, but it’s always good to rotate toys, right? So, Jameson headed into the garage and got his tool belt. Then he put every toy that resembles a tool in it, and told me he needed the keys to the car. He got his chair (Curse that chair Catherine and Steve. He really does love that chair, so thanks for passing it on, but it allows him to get to everything.), and pushed it in front of the microwave. Well, he could touch the keys, but couldn’t grab them. Seeing he was not going to give up, and about to make a larger stool by putting something on his chair to make it higher, I helped him out. I was curious as to why he needed the car keys and where he was going. So, I taped him.

Luckily, working in the garage was good enough, and he didn’t need to go anywhere. I did call Kevin in hope he could tell Jameson that he couldn’t come to work with him today. But all I got was a voicemail, so that option was off the table. Good thing Jameson changed his mind, and working in the freezing garage was good enough.