Little Builder

Kate made a race car! She followed the directions and assembled with little help!

Now selling!

Skating

Good Morning

I walk sleepily into the kitchen. Jacob fusses about the wanting some candy he can't have in the pantry. I tell him no, grab a box of cereal and walk away. He starts yelling "that" and pointing. I turn to see him get angry, then throw a box of tea on the floor. I have enough time to yell "no" twice before he lifts and throws a full bottle of balsamic vinegar (Costco size, mind you) which shatters around him.

I am told he has my temper.

I would like to officially blame my genes and point out a history of tempers in my family.

But, yes. He has my temper.

Oh, shots.

Kate got three and Jacob got four. That plus an hour and a freaking half at the doctor's DURING NAPTIME is what has me in bed at 8pm. That and the solid hour of crying once we got home (we all took turns).

But, as I told jacob on shot three... It's worth it to avoid polio. (it didn't seem to make him feel better...)

Goodnight.

Jacob sings

Jacob is my singer.  He tries to sing to everything.  In the car, during bedtime, he is always trying to sing along.  Here he is singing with Nana and Gigi.

At 18 months he is talking a lot.  He has a ton of words, too many to list.  He tries very hard to be part of conversations.  He's very strong-willed, but very cuddly.  He is shy but warms up quickly.  He handles transitions well enough, but likes to know what's happening.  He just went through four weeks of double ear infections, and then (as soon as he was well) sleep training.  He subsequently is sleeping through the night, but this is a new thing and might only last until the next sickness.

Day 1

Day 1
Spent the morning with my Grandma and parents. Kids played like crazy.
Visited Daddy P's work friends to ring in the New Year. Kate charmed everyone with her manners and kindness. (who, what?) The kids were wired and tired but stayed awake (and singing) the whole hour drive home.

Night 1
Jacob up at 1am. Daddy P tries to get him back to sleep. I take over at 2:30 and give him a bottle of milk (cave in). I am in bed by 3:30am. Of course, can't fall asleep until 4am, but slept until 7am. Thank heavens. 5 hours sleep.