“ jacklight up ” can be defined as being full of inflammation and nervousness or being overly stimulated , but onour homestead , it ’s a term of endearment used to describe the calibre of my gaffer , Jack . Standing a mere 3 foot tall , he ’s 40 Ezra Pound of zip and vigor . He ’s also an main , intriguing , strong - willed walk hazard !
Jack - Jack , as he ’s also known , is No . 4 in the child stock - up , and by the meter he arrived , I was an quondam pro . I could change diaper in the saturnine , one - handed , while simultaneously make up a nursing bottle with the other . I knew what every baby cry mean , how to child - proof a household and was a self - glorify expert on all things child . Oh , how I laugh at myself now .
Entire volume can be written about my Jack - Jack , and someday I probably will . He ’s negociate to break every rule regarding baby rearing , ( as well as most of mytools , shabu and electronics ) , but as my honcho , he possesses the qualities require to get farm Job done .
Time ManagementRegardless of what metre your piece of work daylight actually begins , at some point , we all fall victim to distractions . Whether we’relist God Almighty , Post - it master or organizational Guru , we try on to find ways to streamline our daytime and be more fat , but at some head , we get soak up into the smuggled hollow of the cyberspace , jerk into the office - gossip convolution , or squander away hours look for for mislaid item . as luck would have it my foreman is capable of ascertain these time of chaos and provide solutions .
“ Jack - Jack , did you glue Mommy ’s garden baseball mitt to the shovel?”“Yep ! ”
“ Why ? ”
“ ’Cause you keeplosingyour gloves ! ”
How can you argue with that type of logic ? He ’s correct . I do often misplace my gloves . in reality , he ordinarily misplaces my gloves , but I digress . Increase production — check !
Demanding Respect from SubordinatesThis past fountain we purchased 25 to 30 quail . They were only a few day old and had to be kept in the only draft - costless , child - free way in the house : my john .
Because the quail were so bantam and frail , we installed a latch at the top of the room access to keep our little “ helper ” out ! One day , when my hubby was at study and the older kids in school , Jack and I were outside watering plant . Jack made an exculpation to “ run inside for just a mo ” to grab something . I look right outside as one minute rolled into two , and two minutes part to become three .
“ Jack ! ” I grouse as I walk through the back door .
“ I ’m here , Momma , ” he reply from the general counselling of my bedroom . “ But do n’t amount in ! ”
Oh OK ! Likethat’sgonna happen !
As I get in my sleeping accommodation , I see a bundle of pillows and toys stacked in front of my bathroom doorway , which is nowunlocked ! How long had he been planning this ? Genius ! Bad , but truly genius !
In the bathroom I see a small boxwood on the floor hold three babe quail .
“ What are you doing Jack ? ” I inquire him . “ I ’ve told you not to roleplay with the quail ; they ’re too small ! You could hurt them ! ”
“ Oh noooooo Momma ! Those babe were being mean , not me ! ” he exclaims as he points to the box - type O - quail . “ So I put them in time out ! ”
Manages “ personnel”—check !
A Blueprint for Future GrowthFinally , Jack has successfully proven himself in the areas of farm preparation and expanding upon by implement his own planting schedule .
As the end of the twelvemonth is rapidly go about , most of us have harvested our summer gardens and constitute our wintertime I . I , too , reap any remains from summer ’s H.M.S. Bounty and embed my winter treats months ago , but I was not alone when I did this . Therefore now , in mid - November , I have a lone cucumber vine plant yielding the most beautiful yield . Of naturally , because it was plant by my boss , it ’s taking up manse in the heart of a garden path . Garden planning and expansion — check and check !
The sudden clatter outside and a ready glance out the window suggest my time with you must descend to an death . It would seem Jack is , once again , “ check ” the rooster for being “ mean ” to the hen — I guess this would fall under “ animal universe control ” in his job verbal description .
But before I take the roosters out of fourth dimension out , permit me go out you with this cerebration : Everything is a matter of perspective . For today , just outside a diminutive town , on a tiny homestead , know a tiny cucumber works . Although it ’s growing out of time of year , in the center of a path , it was planted with a draw of love , and tonight we will have garden fresh cucumber in our salad . Nowthatis “ Jacked up ! ”
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