My man Jesse.
It's bumbo time! He's a bit twitchy in this thing... I think it pinches his thighs. There should be instructions on how to extract babies from these things.
Camping at Kill Bear with Doug and Vaness. Jesse was a champion-- a true outdoors baby. I forgot what fussing was, until I came home.
James and Jesse in Georgian Bay.
Cute.
Another reason why I've missed Katlyn :) I've decided that anyone who loves babies is welcome in my home. My reading list is growing, and so is Jesse's neediness, which is hampering my attempts to read. So, my friends, you are welcome any time to come and play with my son. Please.
We think he's getting a tooth. Either that, or his new fashion statement includes drooling profusely. Gotta love that face.
James' morning birthday pounce. I can see this becoming a tradition :) James turned 24, and I thought we'd honour the occasion with a good cup of morning coffee. Since I melted the base of our old coffee pot on the stove, and then proceeded to launch it across the kitchen by accident, it just hasn't been the same. Apparently some of the parts that snapped off were needed to make a good brew... so I bought a new one, and put a bow on it. Mornings have improved significantly.
Our little man is almost at the four month mark. That means his next round of needles are coming up, and luckily his thighs have retained enough chub to take the blow. I'm curious to know his weight. James is pretty sure he pulled some important muscle tissue in his arm just by holding him. I think James needs to toughen up.
My guess...18 lbs.
