From this video you can see how much Jacob moves. His head is normally position to the left side of the crib and he is laid down in the middle of the crib.

Connor was playing and using his imagination today. Listen he says “Hello, Teacher.” and then he says, “Hi Chloe. Hi Summer.” — they are the girls in his class.

Watch to the end and you will see how peaceful Jacob was sleeping in his pack-n-play this morning.

Jacob sat in his bouncy seat as Mommy and I had breakfast. (Connor spent the night with Brenna and Gavin at Mimi and Papa’s house.)

I know it is not much to look at, but this is our baby monitor at 5:45am today.  This is very typical of what goes on from around 4:30am until 6am each morning.

I talked to  ol’ St. Nick today and he told me everything has been wrapped and is ready to be delivered to our two wonderful boys on Christmas Eve.

We are looking forward to an enjoyable Christmas!

Happy Holidays to everyone!

Donnie

In the past week or so, I have been able to get Jacob to interact with me vocally.  If I say “grrrrr” he says it back to me.  If I give a high pitch “ooohhh”, he says it back to me.  It is truly amazing to watch his eye brows scrunch up in concentration and his mouth, lips, and tongue move around as he tries to say “grrrrr” or “ooohhh”.

“Dada” or “mama” will be right around the corner.

Happy 4th month birthday!!!!

Love,

Daddy

So Daddy was the one to teach Connor his first bad word.

We were at the table having dinner like we do just about every night (a tradition Victoria and I deeply believe in).  We were having Mommy’s baked spaghetti which Connor loves.  Mommy brought over some fresh out of the toaster oven garlic bread and placed them on the table.  I love garlic bread and grabbed one and preceded to put it right in my mouth.  IT WAS HOT and I said:

“Damn it, that’s hot.” and dropped the piece of bread on my plate.

Victoria laughed at me and told me to be careful.

Next thing I notice, Connor picks up his fork with spaghetti on it and brings it up to his mouth.  Drops his fork back down on his plate and says, “Damn it, that’s hot.”

Of course I go into “explanation mode” on why that is wrong to say and how Daddy was a bad boy.  Connor then thought it was funny so he did it a few more times.  Most things like this we normally ignore and it passes.  Victoria starts saying, “I don’t want him saying this at school.”  So we made eye contact and decided we would not say anything further.  Sure enough, because he wasn’t getting any attention out of it, he stopped saying it.

Boy I am glad it was that word and not any of the other words in my “bad” vocabulary…

Victoria and I can just picture him at school sitting there (after saying grace) and then picking up his sandwich…dropping it back on his plate and saying “Damn it, that’s hot.’  I know his brain is like a sponge, but let’s hope this has gone to a section in his brain that he won’t recall for another 20 years or so!  (I know, wishful thinking.)