Happy 3 months to the Jakester

Jacob turned three months old on Friday. No doctor's visit until next month, but I can certainly give a mommy's-eye view of what's going on with him.

First and foremost, he continues on his quest to become the next O'Neal 'baller:


This is good, because we are from Indiana and we loves us some big whiteys who can shoot the three. But seriously, the child is large. For scale: the insanely adorable overalls he's wearing? Those are hand-me-downs from his girlfriend Ella. She wore them when she was TEN MONTHS OLD. Now, Ella is a petite young lady, but still. Jacob's unnatural length, with its girth to match, give me lots of chuckles when I put him in his car seat. Today I sat the Jacob-loaded car seat on the driveway next to the car as I put Isaac in the Isaac-seat and looked over to see some strange shadows waving back and forth, cast on the concrete, under Jacob's seat. At first I thought they were from leaves above blowing in the breeze, but no. They were Jacob's huge monkey feet, danging in their entirety over the edge of his seat and kicking like they belonged to a bitty ninja.

As if to keep up with his brother, Jacob is also becoming very verbal. Lots of "aaaaah-oh!" and baby-lion-like growls, lots of "bah" and "gah", and all embarrassingly loud. It's a good thing that Isaac can sleep through a nuclear holocaust, because trying to do any kind of interactive activity with Jacob while Isaac is asleep and the house is dead silent seems to give some cue to Jacob that he is meant to fill in the void where the noise is supposed to go.

Developmentally Jacob seems to be on or slightly ahead of the curve in a manner highly reminiscent of his brother. His head control is fantastic, and it seems like his vision must been cooperating because he looks this way and that at almost anything that captures his interest. He loves his mobile and kicks and squeals when I put him in the crib underneath it. He is already trying to grab or swat at things, most notably my hair, but also the animals that dangle from the arch above his bouncy seat. A few weeks ago while in his bouncy seat he discovered that he can cock his arm back towards his ear, and that, if he lets it fly, about half the time it will hit a dangly animal. This is exceedingly pleasant for me because it means he will sit contentedly in his chair for amazingly long stretches. Like any good baby, he hates his tummy time, but he gets it anyway and lifts his head up like a champ. And to frustrate his mother, he has not rolled over once since the infamous video of early last month. Soon, my pet, soon you will do it again.