Spending time in PJs

A Trip to Lafayette

Jack with his cousin Grace

Jack with Grandma Teresa

Jack with his Aunt Laura (and his soon-to-be born baby girl cousin)


I worked today while Bob and Jack flew the coop and spent the day with family. I came home to an empty house (for about an hour)--and truly had no idea what to do with myself. But, by the time I figured it out, they were already home. Oh well--another day (or decade)!!

Saying goodbye to Granny...

...well, for a month anyway.

Hitting the Jackpot!

~~Rocking~~

I still L-O-V-E this little grin.

I wouldn't say he looks thrilled to be having his picture taken (repeatedly).

Getting the hang of it.

And, well, not getting the hang of it.

What do you do at Granny's when there's no power?

You hang out with mommy for a little bit....

When that gets boring, you start thinking about what kind of trouble you can get into.

You get ready to explore your new surroundings...

Show off your teeth to the camera.


Finally, you put your escape plan into action and tackle the stairs.

(Successfully, I might add)

How do you know...

....when its time for a new diaper?

Perhaps, when it looks like THIS.

What a load....I mean, its down to his knees.

Remember this...

....because I'm not sure it'll ever happen again. In fact, I can't believe it happened at all. He fell asleep during his nighttime bottle (this alone was a feat), and then was so out that he even stayed asleep during the transfer to his own bed (this was fantastic since he's such a light sleeper you have to tiptoe around usually to keep him asleep) .

An Evening at Home

Cooperative is not his middle name...

So...after months of teething symptoms, a couple weeks ago, Jack's teeth finally BOTH made their first appearance. I've been trying quite hard to get some pictures of his new pearly whites, but I'd say he's made it rather difficult. I mean he has no problem biting you with them. Or clamping down on your figure when you want to feel them. But actually SEEING them--not so cooperative. After several unsuccessful attempts, I think I finally managed to get one (you know, if you look REAL close).

Here's what happened when I started snapping the pictures....

Its like he knew exactly what I was trying to do--and did the complete opposite.

Finally, though, I got him on the sly.

Our Little Jailbird

I guess he does wear a lot of stripes.

THEN...

and NOW...

Our sweet little boy...

...so innocently making fart noises (eh innocent, yeah okay).

Apparently, we start 'em young around here.

We love him--tongue and all!