So, here's a much belated birthday post!
September was birthday month for Will and me. I had my 28th birthday last month and Will celebrated his 3rd birthday two days later. We were so happy that Ben was able to come and spend the weekend with us. After seeing "Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs," we had friends and family over to our house for food and fun.
Another two days later, Jack turned 8 months. As on-the-go as he is these days, this was the best shot I could get. He turns nine months in a few days, so maybe we'll get a better one then =)
Will is really something else. The day after he turned 3 so many things "clicked". His vocabulary and pronunciation advanced. "Nilk" became milk, however juice still remains "nuice". T's are still often K's, so we don't "like it", we "like ick". And our C's and L's transpose in words like color. They become "locor" and (my favorite) when combined with the "ick" T, chocolate is "lockick". He's starting to use the words remember and forgot and is very interested in matching and sizes (bigger/smaller). Here recently, he is always "the leader" and we must wait and follow him. His fascination with music never ceases to amaze me. He grooves differently to each style of music whether playing or listening to it. He's started singing along to songs on the radio and never performs at home without a "stage" to stand upon. As always, he has such a sweet heart. As I was putting him to bed I was reminding him that he has daycare in the morning and that he'd get to see his friends and play. He looked at me and asked, "you miss me at school?" Ah, sweet boy, how could I not?
(Someone ate his brother's crayons)Jack is just happy. He cruises along playing with Will, playing alone, just hanging around. Unless Will is trying to ride him like a horse, there's not much that bothers Jack. He says mama, dada, and uh-oh and Will says everything else. He still only has two teeth but manages to gum table food well like soft veggies and tiny pieces of chicken. His size 12 month clothing will attest to his appetite. His new favorite game is to sit in my lap, facing me, and throw himself backwards and hang upside down. So a warning to anyone holding him...he might decide to play without telling you first! He has yet to take his first steps like I figured he would have by now, but I'm ok with that. I realized how much more difficult that would make my life at the moment, so I'm content to let him work it out in his own time. He gets into enough trouble as it is now!
Birthday Pictures
