Jacob at 8 months
Today my special fat guy turned 8 months old. One of those ho-hum month-days, really. No doctor's visit; no super-special milestones to report. I will, however, take this opportunity to reveal who Jacob is now as he ages slowly but gracefully.
An expert at pulling himself up for ages now, he has in the past two weeks become aware of the equal importance of getting himself down. Right before Mamaw and Dadaw alighted, I was giving him a bath when I noticed he was enamored of the end of the tub far from me, the end with more space. He pulled himself up on the tub walls and remained that way for 2 seconds before consciously looking behind him, as if scoping out a landing spot, and then letting himself fall on his hiney with a big splash. He did this a few more times before I realized that he was practicing. Since then, he's become highly skilled at lowering himself from a standing perch at the coffee table, and can usually do so pretty smoothly while holding on to the tabletop with one hand. This has naturally resulted in a noticeable improvement in the appearance of his cranium. By this I mean that gazing upon it does not create an irrepressible urge to call CPS from the number of contusions parading about his temples.
He spends so much time on his feet holding on to the coffee table that cruising soon was inevitable, but for some reason he hadn't yet. Perhaps there is some bad coffee-table-cruising juju or something, because today at playgroup he cruised right along a high-waist-height stage like a total pro.
The theme of this past month has been Jacob is the Busiest Monkey Ever and Gets Into Everything with the Greatest of Ease and Rapidity. Jacob can now crawl wherever he likes and at warp speed. It is so cute to see him roaming the hallway in the morning looking for Daddy because he hears the sound of Daddy's voice. Cuteness aside, his insane mobility makes him unstoppable. Everyone who sees him comments on how "he's just so busy!", because the kid doesn't stop moving. He wants to explore every nook and cranny of everything just in case there might be something there to put in his mouth. He abhors baby toys and instead prefers Big Brother's toys, shoes, electrical cords, Moses tails, cups, empty bottles, and Matchbox cars. Basically if it isn't something that could potentially bring about his death by choking, poisoning, or electrocution, he isn't interested. Dada believes he has a real future as a stuntman. Alternatively, we can see Isaac, with his natural showmanship, and Jacob teaming up as the next Penn and Teller.
The one thing Jacob will slow down for, at least for a few minutes, is Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. As soon as Jacob hears Mickey calling his flock, he stops whatever he's doing and turns to glue his eyes to the TV. I do my best not to abuse his obsession, but I do use it to help me cut his fingernails.
All in all, he's a handful. A cute handful, but a handful nonetheless. I'll be glad when we're done with the kitchen and there are fewer pointy objects lying around for him to try to eat.
An expert at pulling himself up for ages now, he has in the past two weeks become aware of the equal importance of getting himself down. Right before Mamaw and Dadaw alighted, I was giving him a bath when I noticed he was enamored of the end of the tub far from me, the end with more space. He pulled himself up on the tub walls and remained that way for 2 seconds before consciously looking behind him, as if scoping out a landing spot, and then letting himself fall on his hiney with a big splash. He did this a few more times before I realized that he was practicing. Since then, he's become highly skilled at lowering himself from a standing perch at the coffee table, and can usually do so pretty smoothly while holding on to the tabletop with one hand. This has naturally resulted in a noticeable improvement in the appearance of his cranium. By this I mean that gazing upon it does not create an irrepressible urge to call CPS from the number of contusions parading about his temples.
He spends so much time on his feet holding on to the coffee table that cruising soon was inevitable, but for some reason he hadn't yet. Perhaps there is some bad coffee-table-cruising juju or something, because today at playgroup he cruised right along a high-waist-height stage like a total pro.
The theme of this past month has been Jacob is the Busiest Monkey Ever and Gets Into Everything with the Greatest of Ease and Rapidity. Jacob can now crawl wherever he likes and at warp speed. It is so cute to see him roaming the hallway in the morning looking for Daddy because he hears the sound of Daddy's voice. Cuteness aside, his insane mobility makes him unstoppable. Everyone who sees him comments on how "he's just so busy!", because the kid doesn't stop moving. He wants to explore every nook and cranny of everything just in case there might be something there to put in his mouth. He abhors baby toys and instead prefers Big Brother's toys, shoes, electrical cords, Moses tails, cups, empty bottles, and Matchbox cars. Basically if it isn't something that could potentially bring about his death by choking, poisoning, or electrocution, he isn't interested. Dada believes he has a real future as a stuntman. Alternatively, we can see Isaac, with his natural showmanship, and Jacob teaming up as the next Penn and Teller.
The one thing Jacob will slow down for, at least for a few minutes, is Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. As soon as Jacob hears Mickey calling his flock, he stops whatever he's doing and turns to glue his eyes to the TV. I do my best not to abuse his obsession, but I do use it to help me cut his fingernails.
All in all, he's a handful. A cute handful, but a handful nonetheless. I'll be glad when we're done with the kitchen and there are fewer pointy objects lying around for him to try to eat.
posted by Claire at 11:22 PM
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He is such a cutie cutie. Time flies when we are having fun.
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