Mr. Cheeseball

 Well, let's go back a month since I apparently never documented our 7th month with Jesse.
Likes - MOVING and food (Hmm, some things never change.)
Going to bed at 6:30 p.m.
Scrunching up his face and snuffling his nose when he thinks something is funny.
Dislikes - Holding still while getting his diaper changed. When he is tired and just wants to be in bed you literally need two people during the changing process- one to pin him down and the other to quickly slap on a new diaper and throw his pjs on. 


8 months

 At 8 months old Jesse is turning into quite the little cheese ball. We have loved watching his little personality come out this month as he is so expressive. Most of the time this expressiveness plays out in his facial expressions but he's also started to master arching his back to show his dislike. Really? So soon? Thank goodness babies are easily distracted!

He is quite the little mover. When he really wants to get somewhere he resorts to army crawling but he is improving at getting places on his hands and knees. His current activity of choice is pulling himself up on anything, usually he just makes it to his knees but over Christmas the frequency in which he made it all the way to standing increased dramatically. Unfortunately for me, the place he has the most success in standing up is in the bath tub. Worst place ever to practice standing Jesse.

Jesse experienced snow for the first time in his little life. Like most babies he didn't think much of it. But he happily sat in a pile of it while Owen did some sledding. I always forget how sensitive his little blue eyes are. We better start working on keeping sunglasses on for next summer, he's gonna need them!

Another thing about Jesse is that he loves to sleep with his arm tucked in between the mattress and the side of the crib. No matter where I lay him down he inevitably ends up in his favorite sleeping spot.

Baah!

It's official...I've dropped the blogging ball.
How is that possible when I have such cute subjects to inspire me to
life changing wordsmithery? (Yup, just made that word up.)
Well, I guess it's actually their fault. One is crawling. The other is learning
that his toys are no longer his own. And I'm beginning my new role as referee.

Don't worry though, I'm gonna make a blogging comeback (cue the applause.)
The days fly by, these boys change too quickly, and my brain just does not come with enough bandwith to remember forever all the sweet, crazy moments of life.