Betsy Bailey

Crate training is reinstated for Gilligan. It seems he has forgotten the (carpeted – argh) living room floor is  NOT a pottying facility.

Jake is giddy. He thinks the crate is his own personal play BOX. Bonus that it even has a door to open and shut and open and shut and open and shut and open and shut.

Big boy enjoys a snack with big brother (he’s kinda done with the high chair <sigh>):

Scott is doing a renovation on our camper that is going to be pretty cool. It came with a bench seat (with storage under the seat and it converts to a bed). He took all that out and is building a dinette – with storage and bed conversion also) in its place. Will be much more comfortable to have a little table and seating instead of the bench. Hopefully it will be basically done by this weekend. I will post before/after photos once it’s done!

In the meantime, Jake is proud to be wearing daddy’s shop goggles!

Ever since Jake saw his baby friends Mia and Leland dining tidily with eating utensils, he has decided he also MUST hold a utensil while he eats. That’s all he does with it, tho! Well, he tries to spear microscopic crumbs of food and occasionally he will lick the empty fork tines, but I know this will turn into competency eventually.

That’s also his first experience with ketchup on the french fry that he’s eating. He, of course, loved it. The french fry you see here was at least triple-dipped.

No need to be impatient about it; there’s always a predictable outcome here.

And that’s me behind the dog, hunched over my computer working on the neverending blog transfer chore. Kind of obsessive about it at the moment, in fact.

HM (age 11) wrote this spontaneously this afternoon (when she was supposed to be doing math homework).

No wonder it was taking so damn long to finish the assignment!

But I could hardly be frustrated with her when she wrote this awesome little baby book memento.

Jake rolled his toy eggshell, fascinated. Not for much longer, though. He soon walked over to his highchair, and played with the straps. Again, not for long. He soon decided that stretching out his onezie was much more interesting than the other two, but not for less than a minute.

Jackson, usually known as Jake was an often-distracted baby. Shoes, clothes, and toys fascinated him as far as inanimate objects. But when it came to family, Jake loved his whole family a lot. When it came to animals, Jake loved them all — at least the ones he could pet. Although he was small for his age of fifteen months, he could get into many places and make a mess anywhere, be it small or large.

Although it may seem that Jake can’t play with anyone or anything for less than a minute, this isn’t true. Jake will play with many things for quite a bit of time, until the person he was playing with left, or whatever he was playing with taken away; or he put, or threw, whatever it was into a hard-to-reach spot. And, of course, he became bored and wanted to play a different game.

After more playing and a little fussing, Jake was placed into his highchair with a graham cracker and his water. He crushed the graham cracker and threw the water on the floor. Then, he began to laugh. I guess that’s what babies do.

After making such a mess, I took him out of his highchair and he began to play again, zooming off with toys, wrestling with Bailey’s toy bear, things like that.

But, not only is Jake an active baby who loves his toys (he is digging in his toy box as I write this! ;P) he is a great listener. For example, when he threw his cup on the ground it went under the bench. A little while afterward, he wanted the cup. Mom told him to go look around his highchair. So he walked up to his highchair and began looking at it. I got his attention and pointed under the bench and told him his cup was under there. So he went under and grabbed it! I guess Jake knows more than we give him credit for. . .

Here comes Halloween!