In all the preschool excitement, Jack has gotten a bit neglected on the blog-- he's too much of a cherubic little troublemaker to get neglected in real life. Although he does frequently find himself upstaged by Harry. For example, Jack went to the pediatrician for his 9 month check-up on Tuesday, but that visit was nothing special, compared with Hiveman's urgent Friday visit. Jack is still tall (75th percentile) and skinny (25th percentile) with a slightly larger than average head. Just like he has been since birth. No vaccines until his 1 year appointment because he's already gotten 2 flu shots. Blah and wonderfully, perfectly normal. He is eating more and more table food-- he likes YoBaby yogurt, and he is an old pro with bananas. This morning he tried buttered toast, and he likes shredded cheese and tortillas, too. He cruises. Sleeps terribly. Babbles constantly. And his poop smells like real poop-- no more baby stuff.
We totally adore him.
Jack has really reached the age of perfectly squishy delightfulness. I wish I could always have a 9 month-old baby stashed somewhere so I could get it out and play with it every once in awhile. Yes, I know that sounds weird. If Jack slept well at night, he would be the world's most perfect creature.
We even have the same taste in books.
It always cracks me up when he gets a Puff stuck to his face, which is every meal. By do I have a sophisticated sense of humor.
I feel like this picture looks so much like Ben it could actually be in Ben's baby book
Did you know that nothing in the whole world is cooler than toilet paper? Unless you count the rim of the toilet seat right after your 2 year old brother has peed all over it because that's pretty awesome, too.
A quick follow-up to my school search: We are probably keeping Harry in the same school-- but that depends if we can get into the class that has music, gym, AND Spanish. I'll know for sure on Monday, and you'll be the first to know in more detail than you could ever want.