For Thanksgiving we stayed at a little get-away that Maxwell AFB keeps down on the Florida coast (on the inland waterway, anway - a short drive from the real beach). Their cabins were booked, so we stayed in a single wide - not much to say about that except that Jake couldn't cause too much damage; and it was just a few steps away from a pretty good little beach that Jake loved. It was hard to keep him out of the water, so mostly we gave up on that. Notice the wet but in these pictures. |
| This is on the real coast, Destin FL |
Shortly after that was an exciting first for me: the first time I saw Jake carefully take legos apart (vs the usual destructive swipe) and actually put two together. It brought a tear to my eye - he really is my boy! For all those keeping track, mark November 28th as a day to celebrate in Jake's long journey to manhood (or engineer-hood, which really isn't even remotely the same thing).
A little tid-bit that has been a constant since at least the move to Alabama, but that I don't think I've written about before: it's true that music soothes the beast, but in Jake's case there seems to be only one song. Anytime he's in the carseat, cranky, tired, and generally fussy, the only near sure bet I've got is "The ants go marching two by two." No other song works remotely as well, and this one almost without fail calms a crying Jake into a state of quiet contentedness - at least while I keep singing, that is. The saving grace for me as I sing it over and over again is that he doesn't mind me changing up what it is the little one stops to do each time (admittedly, when they're marching five by five he always stops to do the hand-jive).
As for the rest of this blog, some cute pictures:
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| Clearly winning a wrestling match with Dad |
