Nancy and Randy

Friday, October 7, 2011

Jacob and the Towel Cape

Nancy just finished bathing J-Dub and was drying him off. He escaped. We thought this was pretty funny, but then again, we are easily entertained.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Man, it has been a while since I posted. Nancy has been on my butt to post more, but I have given her the password to write her own posts, and she has yet to do it. Nevertheless, I have now committed to posting at least once a week. We'll see how long that lasts.

J-Dub turned 14 months old today. He got his monthly haircut just in time for his official picture. I think he looks so grown up in this picture:

And since I haven't posted since this picture was taken, here is his 13 month picture:

His personality changes weekly, it seems. This week:

He now likes to be held for about 6 seconds before he starts struggling to get out of your arms.
He no longer will give kisses. Instead he slaps you in the face or gives you the Heisman stiff-arm.
He still loves belts, but is so over Shelby's water bowl.
He is definitely a mama's boy now more than ever. He paces and watches the door if she leaves the room.
He gets very excited when I come home, and he calls me Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
He can shovel 478 bites of grilled cheese sandwich into his mouth at once. This record is broken daily.
He loves commercials with music, Mattress Mac, or Gary Busey. Seriously.
He will sit still when talking to M and Pa on the web cam, but only if they sing and dance for him.
When I am trying to "get" him, his safe place is the fireplace. No idea why.

He loves to play with the tupperware, and it is the only cabinet without a cabinet lock. He loves to pull out every last piece to play with, especially if Nancy just put it all away. One day, she had the bright idea of putting the bowls and lids she wanted him to play with in the front, and putting the ones that she didn't want him to play with in the back, up on the little shelf. He didn't like that he couldn't reach those "off-limits" bowls, so he managed to get inside the cabinet so he could reach them. This is how we found him:

Last weekend, Nancy and I went to a football game in College Station, so Jacob stayed home and his Grandma and Grandpa came over to watch him. We were assured that he was a perfect angel, even though he had a little cold. Grandma even found a new "toy" for him to ride in. Why we get this kid actual toys, I will never know.

They also dressed him in a disguise. I'm not surprised at all that they had to pin his arms at his side to take the picture.

Jacob with Grandpa

A few weekends ago, Nancy, Jacob and I met our friends Bjorn and Devin and their son Gavin in Bastrop at the Hyatt Lost Pines. Here is Jacob with his new friend Gavin, who he thought was the coolest kid ever and followed around like a puppy:

Shelby recently had a foot problem and need an E-collar to keep her from licking it. For some reason in this picture, Jacob has it on. I have no idea, so don't ask.

He also thought it would be fun to get back in his favorite bouncy chair. I think he might be a little big for it now.

This weekend, the Aggies play Arkansas in Arlington, so we are heading up to the game. Jacob is staying with M and Pa, and he is very excited. Hopefully he will behave himself.

Here are a few more random pics from some point in the last two months since I last blogged:

Playing with his tube of Boudreaux's Butt Paste, his favorite

Brynna, Makinley and Brookie with their babies

All the kiddos

This was the first day we gave him a sippy cup of milk instead of a bottle at bedtime.

His new toy for restaurants. It has four strong suction cups to keep it from being
thrown across the restaurant.

Mama and Jacob

Jacob's sweet new ride for when we travel

Nancy and I at our favorite hangout prior to the first game against SMU

Jeff and I

Nancy and Jeff

"By the time he blogs again, I'll be in college"

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Better Late than Never

Finally getting around to blogging about J-Dub's birthday party. I've been semi out of commission for a few days with a case of the funk, or strep throat, or something. So far Jacob and Nancy have thankfully been able to avoid it.

Since most of you who read this blog (what, 2 or 3 of you? who knows...no one ever leaves comments, which makes me cry myself to sleep every night) were probably there, I won't do a play-by-play, as exciting as that would be. Despite a house full of people and crazy cousins and other assorted munchkins running around everywhere, Jacob had a great time and was a perfect angel. We're very lucky and blessed that he is pretty happy most of the time, no matter the situation. Unless you are eating and you don't give him some.

Thanks to everyone who made the trip (in some cases LONG trips) to help JKW celebrate, and for the far-too-generous gifts that were showered upon him. The kid has so many toys that I seriously thought we were going to have to move. Immediately. Or rent a warehouse.

So because of the aforementioned plethora of toys, the first order of business after the party was to move our dining room table upstairs to the spare bedroom and turn our dining room into a one-year old's version of a man-cave. Nancy bought some really cool foam flooring that fits together like a puzzle, and she spent a good long while putting it all together. Then we moved all his toys into the new playroom and turned him loose. All those toys... and the first thing he does is start pulling apart the floor Nancy worked so hard on. So he can carry around the foam pieces, chew on them, and beat furniture, people and/or sleeping pets with them. We shoulda thought that one through a little more.

He also had his 1 year doctor visit Monday, which did require a few vaccines, which apparently did not go too well. I hear he put up a good fight. He weighed in at 28 lbs 7 ounces, good for the 97th percentile, and he measured at 33 inches tall, which is in the 99th percentile. Luckily, his body has caught up to his gargantuan noggin a little, because it only measured in the 91st percentile.

On Sunday, we were eating lunch at a local restaurant and my phone rang. It said "Wife" and had Nancy's picture on it. Since she was sitting 3 feet in front of me, I declined the call and informed my wife that she was butt-dialing me. As she fidgeted around trying to figure out how she managed to do that, she soon realized she didn't even have her phone with her. Well, that's curious. It is not unlike her to accidentally leave her phone in the car, so my next thought was that some crackhead, probably the same one that broke into my clinic, had stolen her car and was now calling me to taunt us as he drove away to Mexico. Just before I was about to go out in the parking lot and commandeer a vehicle, triangulate her cell phone signal, and chase down Nancy's car before it could make it to the border, she informed me that she had not had it in the car either. Well, that's curious-er.

Then who was calling? My crackhead theory was out the window (also because I looked out the window of the restaurant and could see her car out there, right where we had parked it). About that time, I heard a little ding that tells me I have a voicemail. Putting the pieces together, I shrewdly deduced that the voicemail may hold a clue as to where her phone might be. The message, apparently left by Larry the Cable Guy's even more redneck brother, said, "My son found this phone on the trash can in Silver Ranch (our neighborhood), so I called the emergency contact number. Call me if you get this message."

By this time, Nancy had pieced together the events of thirty minutes earlier enough to figure out what happened. Sort of: [Flashback] As we were leaving to go to lunch, she opened the door to the garage and left it open as she went to put Jacob's bag in the car and get his car seat ready. Jacob, seeing the door wide open, went running from the kitchen to go out to his mama in the garage. Since there is a big step from the kitchen to the garage, Nancy was afraid he would fall and crack his noggin on the concrete, so she ran back in to stop him from coming out. She had her phone in her hand as she went running after him, so she set the phone down on the hood of her car.

With Jacob safe and his noggin still intact, I came in from outside in the backyard with Shelby, set the alarm, we strapped Jacob in, and off we went. With her phone still on the hood of the car. I didn't notice it when I walked by to get in the car, and she didn't see it because the inspection and registration sticker were in the way. Somewhere shortly after leaving the house, it must have slid right off, into the street. What we still don't know is how it got from the spot where it fell off, to the top of a trashcan in the neighborhood park. Which is where voicemail guy's son supposedly found it. Which is a good 400 yards from the nearest point on the route we drove to go to lunch. When we stopped to pick it up at the guy's house, Nancy came back to the car pretty upset that her beloved iPhone was in ruins. As you can see from the picture, we are lucky it still was able to make calls, or we may never have found it. Then we would have unfairly blamed the crackheads.

That's all I got. Here be some pictures:

JacobLand

Aerial view

Loves him some Cozy Coupe

Nancy and Molly

Nancy and her Mom did great on decorations

Speaking of...

Jacob and M

Amanda and Morgan

Pa and M with Jacob, trying to get him to sit still long enough to take a picture

Channeling his inner preacher

Grandma, mid-chew. Pretty sure she will not be glad I posted this photo. I had to, because somehow this is the only picture I have of Brooke from the party.