Jakey Jake is going through all sorts of changes recently. His little brain is just on fire, learning new words and skills every day. It's pretty amazing to watch.
So, in honor of Jakey, I dedicate today's blog to him.
First up, Jakey's recent days of thunder. The wind tunnel hair kills me.
Now, an admission. Graham has taken to beating on his brother a bit, a practice that I can't seem to stop, but one that pisses me off to no end. Here is something I probably shouldn't have let happen, but thoroughly enjoyed.
Now, a little love dancing to salsa with Mom.
This kid is starting to look a LOT like me, and not just because of the paunchy belly and iffy fashion sense.
I was very proud of this little man for walking almost a half mile with his lion. They have since eloped to Kenya.
Impossibly cute baby butt.
Brotherly love in between senseless tackling sessions.
Grahambo is setting up an exploratory committee to look into running in 2012. He has the looks and charisma, but the stump speech might need a little work.
As part of my futile attempt at potty training, I promised Grahambo I would buy him a pirate outfit if he started trying in earnest to use the toilet.
Here he is modeling one of his options at Julian's. This looks cute and all, but imagine being hit in the arm with a plastic sword 5000 times while he yells "Arg". It loses a bit of its charm.
Sorry for no posts last week, but Grandma Big K was in town. Of course, this meant lots of extra work for me - like ignoring my childcare responsibilities, sleeping late and hitting a matinee of True Grit. It's a tough life, but someone has to live it.
Anywho, this week we are back on track with the children getting back at me in spades. Graham is steadfastly refusing to cooperate with my potty training efforts, no matter how many bribes I throw his way. It's kind of confusing and frustrating, especially since I literally can't think of a place I wouldn't poop for an endless supply of m&m's and buzz lightyear toys. He's a stubborn kid when he wants to be, which some people say reminds them of me. I however, refuse to believe it and never ever will, no matter how many times they try to convince me.
Jakey is keeping up his end by having another respiratory infection and sleepcoughing. That's right, he coughs all night long while being sound asleep. And not just a quiet respectful cough. No, he lets out these long hacking trucker coughs that grab the parent center of my brain and shake it mercilessly. So, I end up going to check on him every half hour or so and find him happily asleep. Good stuff.
