Jacob at 6 months
Saturday was Jacob's half-birthday. How does that happen? Just yesterday, I swear, he was a gigantic bundle of squooshy sleep. Oh wait. I guess that would still describe him.
He is exactly the same as his brother before him in most aspects, sleeping included. A most excellent napper, Jacob usually takes a catnap in the morning, a huge nap while Isaac sleeps, and then another catnap at night. He does not sleep through the night, waking up about every three or four hours to eat or, more realistically, nibble before crashing again.
It's funny at this point to revisit the blog from when Isaac was his age, wherein I griped and moaned continually about how Isaac woke at 1 and then at 4 before waking for good at 6:30 or the like. What a whiner I was. I know lots of people considering a second child worry about how they will readjust to the lack of sleep. In that way I am oddly grateful to my darling Isaac, who never let me adjust to a lifestyle that contained sleep in anything other than metered 3- and 4-hour doses.
They also both enjoy(ed) falling asleep in their respective baby-wearing devices, Isaac in his Bjorn, and Jacob in the Bjorn and now the Hotsling. We just figured out the hip-carry position today -- hooray for us! -- and I took this picture of Mr. Soul-Piercing Blue Eyes about five minutes before he collapsed for a nap against my bosoms. You can almost see the sleep starting to eat at him.
When I was pregnant with Jacob I had these strange cravings for another blond baby. Isaac's hair is so incomparably beautiful, but my secret enjoyment in looking and touching is because it serves as a shocking reminder that my semi-mutt-ified German genes can win the war against those pernicious drunken Irish ones. When Jacob was born with blackish brown hair (and in larger amounts than Isaac possessed at his first birthday), I was pleased that he looked like my husband. But as the months tick on, Jacob's hair seems to lighten daily, and last month while nursing him I had a seriously uncomfortable attack of deja vu as I looked over and swore that Baby Isaac II lay in my arms. To say I am relishing this turn of events is an understatement.
While the jury still seems to be out on what Jacob's final hair color will be -- and I hesitate to even blog this because it will surely invoke the Bloggy Curse -- it seems like the blue eyes are here to stay. Isaac's were already on their way to the bluey-greeny-hazel given him by his Mommy and his Pawpaw by this time. Jacob's eyes are so unnaturally blue they almost defy description without a crayon box nearby. We do have blue eyes in the family. My grandpa on my mom's side has the same steel blue eyes as my brother. But so far, color-wise, Dada says his grandpa on his dad's side is the best match, as the man had the same solid, sorching deep blue eyes Jacob does. The drunken Irish genes, they are occasionally useful.
Jacob is currently in a horrible mood, thanks to his incoming teeth and frustration at his inability to crawl. In the past week he has taught himself to army-crawl for one body length to get to something, and Meemaw and Pawpaw witnessed with me how he can also scootch himself along with his arms with his butt planted on the ground. But his slapdash movement repertoire, while vast and comical, does not always get him to where he wants to go. Thus far he's been such a happy baby that it's rather alarming and stressful to his poor mother to hear him wailing so.
The one thing that always cheers him up, without fail, is Big Brother. Jacob's favorite thing in the world is to "wrestle" on our bed with Isaac. This is where Jacob, Isaac, and I pile on the bed together and crawl around or play peekaboo or tickle each other or just lay together. We seem to do this a lot lately, and it's gotten to where, if I lay Jacob down on the bed, he'll get ferociously excited and beam an open-mouthed smile and pump his arms and legs wildly. If Big Brother touches him, or gets close to him, Jacob will erupt in huge, real giggles. They are getting along together rather well lately, and, with Jacob's professionalism in the sitting-up arena, that has led me to try a long-anticipated mode of transportation to the park. Because really, why else would you buy this two-seater wagon unless you were saving that extra seat for a second child?
He is exactly the same as his brother before him in most aspects, sleeping included. A most excellent napper, Jacob usually takes a catnap in the morning, a huge nap while Isaac sleeps, and then another catnap at night. He does not sleep through the night, waking up about every three or four hours to eat or, more realistically, nibble before crashing again.
It's funny at this point to revisit the blog from when Isaac was his age, wherein I griped and moaned continually about how Isaac woke at 1 and then at 4 before waking for good at 6:30 or the like. What a whiner I was. I know lots of people considering a second child worry about how they will readjust to the lack of sleep. In that way I am oddly grateful to my darling Isaac, who never let me adjust to a lifestyle that contained sleep in anything other than metered 3- and 4-hour doses.
They also both enjoy(ed) falling asleep in their respective baby-wearing devices, Isaac in his Bjorn, and Jacob in the Bjorn and now the Hotsling. We just figured out the hip-carry position today -- hooray for us! -- and I took this picture of Mr. Soul-Piercing Blue Eyes about five minutes before he collapsed for a nap against my bosoms. You can almost see the sleep starting to eat at him.
When I was pregnant with Jacob I had these strange cravings for another blond baby. Isaac's hair is so incomparably beautiful, but my secret enjoyment in looking and touching is because it serves as a shocking reminder that my semi-mutt-ified German genes can win the war against those pernicious drunken Irish ones. When Jacob was born with blackish brown hair (and in larger amounts than Isaac possessed at his first birthday), I was pleased that he looked like my husband. But as the months tick on, Jacob's hair seems to lighten daily, and last month while nursing him I had a seriously uncomfortable attack of deja vu as I looked over and swore that Baby Isaac II lay in my arms. To say I am relishing this turn of events is an understatement.
While the jury still seems to be out on what Jacob's final hair color will be -- and I hesitate to even blog this because it will surely invoke the Bloggy Curse -- it seems like the blue eyes are here to stay. Isaac's were already on their way to the bluey-greeny-hazel given him by his Mommy and his Pawpaw by this time. Jacob's eyes are so unnaturally blue they almost defy description without a crayon box nearby. We do have blue eyes in the family. My grandpa on my mom's side has the same steel blue eyes as my brother. But so far, color-wise, Dada says his grandpa on his dad's side is the best match, as the man had the same solid, sorching deep blue eyes Jacob does. The drunken Irish genes, they are occasionally useful.
Jacob is currently in a horrible mood, thanks to his incoming teeth and frustration at his inability to crawl. In the past week he has taught himself to army-crawl for one body length to get to something, and Meemaw and Pawpaw witnessed with me how he can also scootch himself along with his arms with his butt planted on the ground. But his slapdash movement repertoire, while vast and comical, does not always get him to where he wants to go. Thus far he's been such a happy baby that it's rather alarming and stressful to his poor mother to hear him wailing so.
The one thing that always cheers him up, without fail, is Big Brother. Jacob's favorite thing in the world is to "wrestle" on our bed with Isaac. This is where Jacob, Isaac, and I pile on the bed together and crawl around or play peekaboo or tickle each other or just lay together. We seem to do this a lot lately, and it's gotten to where, if I lay Jacob down on the bed, he'll get ferociously excited and beam an open-mouthed smile and pump his arms and legs wildly. If Big Brother touches him, or gets close to him, Jacob will erupt in huge, real giggles. They are getting along together rather well lately, and, with Jacob's professionalism in the sitting-up arena, that has led me to try a long-anticipated mode of transportation to the park. Because really, why else would you buy this two-seater wagon unless you were saving that extra seat for a second child?
posted by Claire at 9:42 PM
4 Comments:
Wow he is getting so big so fast! Quite a hunky lot you've for there Claire. We have that same wagon as well.
oh, what a great pair of boys. Jacob is looking so much like Isaac now!! You can tell they're brothers.
So awesome (and I love the napping schedule!! I'll want to sign up for a kid with that schedule!)
Gosh they are so adorable. Can you introduce Gracie to Jacob? Gracie has the same blue eyes. She is Irish also.
Love the wagon!!!!!!!
What an adorable pic!
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