Step by Step

I went with this blog title for two reasons:

#1...because my wife and her friends went to a New Kids on the Block concert on Saturday. 
and B...because J-Dub took his first "steps" today.  Sort of.  Well, he took a few short steps on his own this weekend, but I was the only one who saw them and we had no luck recreating the moment.  So today, he actually took three full steps on his own.  Of course, when we then grabbed the camera, he refused to cooperate.  We did get him to take a few steps a couple of times, but none were as good as the first ones.  We did manage to get a little video of him "walking".  His problem is that he won't even try if his "goal" (i.e. my drink, my protein bar, his mom) are too far away.  And when his goal is close enough for him to try, he takes two quick steps and then dives into whatever he is aiming for.  Nonetheless, it was exciting.  Couple that with him learning to clap this weekend, and it has been a whirlwind couple of days.  The party never stops around this house!

Here are the best videos we could get:

So, I don't know that we can officially call him a toddler, but I think we're getting close.

Last weekend, we went to Austin to meet Molly, and for Jacob to see his Aunt Laura, Uncle Scottie, and cousin Makinley.  Molly is a beautiful, precious, tiny little girl.  And I can tell Makinley is very excited to have a little sister.  Jacob had all kinds of fun with Makinley, not the least of which was Makinley challenging Jacob to a crawling race.  Not one to back down from a challenge, J-Dub bowed up like a man and accepted.  We managed to catch the race on video.  There is definitely a Tortoise and the Hare thing going on here, as Jacob lets Makinley get far out ahead of him, even temporarily stopping, and when she stops confidently just short of the finish line, he speeds past her to win the race.

We decided to make a little weekend of it, so we got a hotel room and took Jacob swimming, which he of course, loved.  On the way home, we passed some signs for the Capital of Texas Zoo.  Having never heard of it before, we googled it and decided to stop, since Jacob has never been to a zoo.  And he likes animals, or at least Shelby.  Sometimes.  Anyway, we decided to stop.  Now this is not a zoo like any you have ever been to.  No paved walkways.  Precious little between you and 1000 pound carnivores other than some chicken wire.  The entrance is a little shack with a kid working the desk that could not have been older than 11.  But we had fun.  They actually had some cool animals, like a bear, lion, tiger, zebra, lemur, peacocks, snakes, the whole nine yards...and you could get very close to most of them.  They also had a petting zoo where you could feed the animals.  The whole thing felt more like someone who has a bunch of exotic animals in their back yard, and they let you pay to go look at them.  It took less than an hour to walk through the whole thing, which was perfect.  Because Jacob has the attention span of a ten-month-old, it was 128 degrees, and we were ready to get home.

And just an update on the clinic break-in:  the Houston PD is hot on the case, and I am fully expecting to be called down to the precinct any day now to identify the perp in a lineup.  Can't wait to get those DNA results back.  Oh wait, I haven't heard a peep from the police since it happened.  And I probably never will.

A few pics:

Nancy and Molly

What the hell is that?

Me and Molly

CSI: Houston

Tuesday morning, I was awakended by a phone call from my receptionist who opens the clinic at 7 am.  I get those calls from time to time, and they are never good news.  Never.  This time was no exception.  Some fine upstanding citizan had decided to break my front window with a rock, shimmy his ignorant ass through the tiny, jagged hole, and help himself to some things that were not his.  This is the scene my receptionist walked up on when I got the call:

The genius crawled through that hole, slicing his flesh in the process, instead of just kicking the rest of the window out.  He then proceeded to put my laptop, digital camera and $200 in cash in his backpack and head on back to the crackhouse to get a fresh supply.  Did my alarm go off?  Nope.  The damn motion detector went off a few months ago when a cat got loose in the clinic, but a grown man waltzes in and trashes my front desk without so much as a peep from the excellent security system I pay $300 a month for.  Of course, my "night vision" camera also malfunctioned, leaving me with a black screen, a little light through one of the windows, and 3 minutes of the light from a flashlight going through all my stuff.  Very helpful.  My outdoor camera was only slightly more helpful, revealing enough to narrow the list of perps down to everyone within a 5 mile radius of the clinic.  He was a black male with white tennis shoes and a backpack.  Be on the lookout.

The Houston Police Department is hot on the case, though.  Fingerprints?  There aren't any, according to the ever-so-thorough representative from the Houston Police Department.  He was good.  He could tell that just by glancing at the broken window from across the room.  The blood all over the glass from when the jackass cut himself shimmying through the broken window?  It's too bad they don't have a way to match blood to individuals.  That would have been useful.  I understand that they aren't going to form a posse and shut down the city to hunt down some small-time crackhead who made off with $1700 worth of stuff.  I get it.  But he could have at least acted like he gave a shit.  That might at least deter a few of these low-lifes if they thought they might get caught.  Columbo this guy was not.

Anyway, it could have been much worse, and for that I am thankful.  They didn't harm any of the animals, they didn't find the drugs, and no one (besides the crackhead asshole) was hurt.  Considering the alarm didn't go off, he could have cleaned me out.  Hopefully, my strongly worded phone call to ADT, and the technician who showed up shortly thereafter, have solved my security holes.

A couple of weekends back, the three of us, Nancy's parents, and her brother and his family all rented a condo in Port Aransas.  We had a blast, and it was great to get away for a little while.  Jacob had fun at the beach and in the pool, and Brooke and Tyler had a lot of fun, too.  The only downside was the funk that I brought everyone.  I call it the gift that keeps on giving.  See, JKW had a little upset stomach earlier in the week, but it didn't seem too bad.  Then the morning we left for Port A, I thought I was going to die.  Literally.  I was weak, and feverish and nauseous, and achy.  The ride down was miserable for me, but also for Nancy because all I did was complain and was absolutely no help with Jacob or navigating the Charlie Foxtrot that is the Port A Highway system.  I went straight to bed upon arrival and pretty much didn't move for the next 18 hours.  I felt better by the next day.  Then that night, Nancy and her mom were miserably sick, barfing profusely and, I'm sure, cursing my name.  Then Nancy's Dad joined in the fun the night after we left.  A fun time was had by all.  Sorry about that.  I blame Jacob, since he can't defend himself.

Here are a few pics, strategically shot between barfing episodes:

Unofficial retirement partAY

Brookie with her Grandma

On the beach in Port A

Jacob and his Grandparents

J-Dub driving the golf cart

He doesn't look guilty at all

Hanging with grandpa

His first brewsky (not really)

First order of business: eat sand

Tyler flying his kite

The studly men with Brooke

This past weekend we took Jacob to the neighborhood pool and splash pad, which he, of course, loved.  The kid loves water.  Loves.

The pimpin' bulldozer float

duuuuuude

he tried to eat the water (surprise)

Seriously, this float is sweet

Molly Elizabeth Bigham

EDIT:  Nancy thinks that you are going to think we had another kid.  This is Molly Elizabeth Bigham, born yesterday morning to my sister Laura and her husband Scott.

Welcome to our crazy family, Molly.