8 Months!

Instead of "8 Months" this post should be called "Hiatus!" I wish to acknowledge the unacceptable amount of time that my musings have been offline. Mom lost her camera cord, so in addition to not being able to offload my snaps, she couldn't charge the camera that died a slow and painful cord-free death. Amazon to the rescue! The camera is back online, and so am I!

So a quick 8 month update:
1. I'm sitting up pretty well now. I'm still a little topheavy, but I'm sorta getting it.
2. Rolling over like a champ!
3. I like to sleep face-first in my crib, with my knees tucked under me, and my booty in the air.
4. I've learned that I can yell when something doesn't happen quick enough for me.
5. I like to laugh. A lot. And Dad is still the funniest one to me..
6. I like to ride in the shopping cart like a big boy. I'm offended that Mom makes me wear the seatbelt, but I'm trying to humor her.
7. No teeth. Not even a hint of one.
8. I've discovered the joy of my exercise jumper. So many fun things to do really help override my fear that I've just been abandoned.
9. I can't quite pick up things with my fingers, but a fist works just as well.  See below.

A lot of you have been asking about Halloween.   Mom wanted to dress me up as a Lobster, and put me in her big pot, but dad was against the $45 costume price tag.  Mom said Ebay? and Dad said No Way.  In the end, Dad was out of town, and didn't make it back in time for Trunk 'R Treat, and we ended up staying home.   It was a bitter cold and rainy night, so Mom opted to keep me in.   So there you have it.  My first Halloween, and I wasn't anything but home and playin' with a pumpkin.

I'm all about big boy food now, and I'm getting the hang of feeding myself snacks.  Most of them end up on the floor, which the dog enjoys immensely.  He says I'm the best thing to ever happen to him...  

Heritage Days

So last Saturday I got my pictures taken. As a reward, Mom and Dad took me to Heritage Days at Oak View Park. There were lots of animals to see and pet. (e-coli anyone?) I think Mom lost a bet or something, because she had to kiss this pig:

I like to call this one "Mama and the Llama"...

Lest you think Mom had all the fun, here's one of me with Boyd, the excessively large goat:


Fun times for everyone!!!! Parents, let's keep this spirit of adventure up.. I hear that Lego-fest is coming to the convention center next weekend- I believe that I'd like to try that next...

Oui? Oui?

Iz zis a bib?   Or iz zis a jaunty beret?   You be ze judge!

Holding out on me?

I feel duped. For six months, I've seen these blue cups come into the house. An obscene number, really. I wasn't aware that beverages came in any other color than white, but I gave you the benefit of the doubt. Now you mean to tell me I've been drinking milk like a baby, while you partake in carbonated deliciousness? I anxiously await my initiation into this prestigious club.

Jack

Dear Jack,
I hate to break it to you, but you ARE a baby, and you will not be partaking in these "adult" beverages any time soon. In fact, there needs to be far fewer of these cups in ALL of our futures. *sigh*
Love, Mom

Management...

Dear Tenants,

The current facilities have been found lacking, and I've decided to personally supervise a commode replacement in your downstairs powder room.  The sound of the one lady (Mom)  flushing over and over without success is becoming somewhat of a nuisance.  The sanitized cursing and thinly veiled threats against the previous commode are also unacceptable.   We will all miss the confused and embarrassed looks of visiting house guests, but their comfort must override our need for entertainment.  Please stay tuned for information regarding future improvements, which I am all too happy to oversee.

Signed, The Management (Jack)

Families Can Be Together Forever!

On Friday, September 16th, I was sealed to my parents in the Raleigh, NC temple. My mom says I was a really good boy, and made her very proud.



What she doesn't know is that I was a real stinker in the waiting room with my Aunt Sherri and Grandma Huffman. The apple juice bribe aside, I don't appreciate being wrestled into a stuffy collared shirt, and the atrocious sweater vest that followed. Gimme a onesie any old day.



Lots of my favorite people were there, and I had the rare opportunity to have my own Grandpa seal me to my parents. The pretty chandeliers held my attention nicely, while my parents held my hand. Being a forever family with them sounds right up my alley. Count me in!

Six Months Old!

Want to know who is 6 months old today? ---> THIS GUY <---

Some fun facts:
1. I suck on my washcloth in the tub, and scream when mom takes it away
2. I'm Daddy's little buddy, and the apple of Mom's eye. They love me!
3. I like to snuggle in the morning before everyone starts getting ready.
4. If it's smaller than my fist, I'm going to put it in my mouth.
5. Drool. Constantly. See photo above. Bibs are my new accessory.
6. Awkwardly in between 6 month and 9 month sizes.
7. Peek a Boo is this hysterical game that only works for Dad. Mom, not so funny.
8. I'm a happy boy, and not much gets me crabby. I'm a delightful child!

My family is coming out for my blessing and sealing next week. I just cant wait to see everyone!

Boys will be boys

Thanks Dad, for taking me on a pretty informative and entertaining outing to Dick's Sporting goods. I've made a few selections, but I'm a little short on cash right now. Do you mind fronting me a couple bucks? Thanks. Just think of it as an investment in your future outdoors buddy!

Disasters!

So... I've had my first earthquake and my first hurricane all in one week! If you count the tornado in April, that's like a disaster trifecta! You have to be hardy to live 'round these parts!

(completely unrelated, but this is me and my Aunt Lynnette at my cousin Ryan's soccer game last week)

Dear Mom

Dear Mom,

Today is your Birthday, and I wanted to make you something sweet and special. How about an Oreo cookie pie? I love you very much, and am glad you are my Mom. I think you're pretty cool, and you make things around here very nice for me and Dad. Happy Birthday!

Love, Jack

PS, I would like a little piece of the Oreo pie, if it isn't too much trouble. Thanks.

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Dear Jack,

I want you to know that this is the best Birthday of my whole life, and it's because you are finally here! Who could ask for a better present than a sweet baby boy to love? You are my pride and joy, and I look forward to all the wonderful years ahead with you and Daddy. We are going to have some fabulous adventures together! Thank you for the sweet Birthday wishes...

Love, Mom

PS, Sadly, the taste of Oreo pie might have to wait until next year.