He has had a chest cold this week, so he has been coughing and congested and generally snotty. But he is still just as happy as ever. Nancy took him to the doctor today, but unfortunately at his age there is not a whole lot they can give him to help with the coughing or congestion. So we have to let it run its course, which kinda sucks. I bought him a battery-operated snot-sucker today, which, oddly, he really enjoys. Much better than the manual one. When we use that one, we might as well be pouring battery acid in his nostrils, the way he carries on.
I got to thinking about all the stuff I have learned about babies in the last four months that I had no clue about before Jacob was born. It's almost scary how clueless I was, and that I was legally allowed to produce a child. Thank God for Google. How often do I feed him? Google. How much should he sleep every day? Google. Anything you want to know about has 40 pages on the web dedicated to answering that very question. What did you old folks use when we were kids back in the day? Or did you just wing it?
Here are some recent pictures, since that's all you care about anyway:
He digs the jump-a-roo. Sometimes.
Watching football in our matching camo
Sitting up in his Bumbo chair
That jump-a-roo is tiring!
His preferred eating position














