Last Tuesday (Sep 27) was a mini-milestone. Not so much for Jake as for us - we finally let someone cut his hair. Which was cute, but out of control. Now it's shorter and out of control. Wavy, curly, and what-not. Anyway, he doesn't mind, and neither do we, but now I don't feel like a as a bad parent walking my unkempt kid around the grocery store (interestingly, I have no qualms about letting him run up and down the cooler isles putting his hands and occasionally mouth on the glass doors - I figure no one else is touching down there. should be clean. right?!?). Without further ado, before and after pictures:
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Hey, Babe. Wanna go for a ride
and toussle my golden locks? |
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Rose is cool, but I'm not
digging the cape. |
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| Rose! How could you?!? |
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Okay. Older girls still dig me.
I can deal with this. |
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In other news from Jake-land (this is pretty stale by now), all his grandparents visited in early September, though it was all pretty quick. Still, we had a brief mini-reunion, and I got an Iowa pork chop and some corn on the cob in the deal! The timing was good, too: they got to see him just after he'd started walking.
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| The Alley in Montgomery |
Since that visit, he's kept getting better at walking. The worst of the bruises are dissipating, and we're amazed by how much he can push around (examples: the ottoman, a full recycle bin). He's got 'getting down' figured out (off the bed, off the couch, down the stairs), and actually tries to be constructive at times. Though trying to stack blocks and the like is clearly more frustrating - sometimes it's still easier and more fun just to knock things over. Sharing is pretty easy, and he's starting to get that, too - at least with us.
As a closing note, Jake's Great Grandma Cornelia Tibboel passed away on September 9. Although Jake won't remember her, we're glad she got to spend some time with him earlier this year. We'll miss her, and think daily of Great Grandpa Tibboel as he deals losing his partner of over 66 years.
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