This is a little game Jayce and his dad play at breakfast. Most mornings it is amusing, this morning it was hilarious.
Also hilarious is Jayce’s face the first 5 or so seconds on this clip. I’m not really sure what happened, but it was cracking us up.
This is my sassy son. This is how he eats his toast. Every time. He actually seems to really like it, other than keeping his fists up and breathing quickly in and out of his nose like he’s trying to punk me out.
Yesterday afternoon I heard Jayce wake up in his crib and figured that I would throw some clothes in the washer before I went to get him, because he was happily blabbing away up there. I checked the monitor and when I only saw legs I rushed up to get him before he crawled or fell out. I was greeted with this.
He’s been standing while holding onto things for several weeks now, but hadn’t yet figured out that he could pull himself up in his crib. Those days are over now, and I fear that we must finally drop the mattress, along with the notion that he is still a little baby.
Last week I had a very interesting conversation with the check out lady at Walmart. They have recently moved the baby formula up front and it needs to be purchased in the 10 items or less lane. This may seem like a small thing, but it’s inconvenient to have to pay for groceries in one line, and then get into another line and pay again for formula. Especially since this adds additional time to a trip that is already pushing nap time and Jayce’s patience. I decided to strike up a conversation about this as I was checking out.
Me: So why has the formula been moved up front?
Her: Well a lot of people were stealing it, so they had to move it up with the cigarettes and everything. It’s a hassle for everyone.
Her: (pause) Also, I heard they are using it to make meth.
Me: What?! Formula?! (pause) I think you are thinking of cold medicine.
Her: Well…you never know with those people.
For some reason I’m finding it hard to believe, even though you never know with “those people,” that they are turning iron-infused, colic-reducing, baby-nourishing formula into illegal drugs. But maybe that’s just me.
Chris was recently sent this link to the upcoming publishing of his book. Chris defended his thesis one year ago last Saturday, and we are so excited to see the final result of his time studying at New College in Edinburgh! I am so proud.
A week later and Jayce is cruising steadily, and perhaps most notable, happily behind his little walking thing. (Sorry, I’m sure there’s an official name for the toy, I’m just feeling a little too lazy to google it. Though it may have taken about as much time as typing these sentences.)
He seems exclusively interested in standing or walking now as well, and is annoyed when we put him on his stomach to crawl. But with all of this newfound mobility, he’s also learning a new word, no. And he is promptly ignoring it.
Since Jayce has been walking around for several weeks now holding onto our hands I thought I’d pull out this little thing to see if he’d like walking around with it.
He didn’t like it.
He gets nervous when it moves forward and doesn’t quite get that it is a prompt to walk along behind it. He also doesn’t understand that letting go of the handle and sitting down will put him out of his own misery, and instead he just looks to me to rescue him. He does take a few steps, and is pretty funny.
Barbara, I told you he cries sometimes!