Jacoby is 7 Months Old!

Things are finally starting to get fun around here!

You are crawling all over the place and getting into all sorts of trouble.   You especially like to crawl underneath this chest.  You just lay there and think no one can see you.  That's the tail end of a balloon that you are holding.  The balloon that Jack got from his Primary Chorister is still alive and kicking, although it's needed a new ribbon.  You drag it around with you, and that works out because I always know where you are at by looking up at the ceiling for the balloon!

But you REALLY like the craft room.  Your brothers destroyed my craft room a few weeks ago and it took me hours to clean it up and baby-proof it.  You like to pull everything you can find off of the shelves.

You think you are a pretty big boy now that you can sit in high chairs at restaurants.  

Guess what else you are doing already?  Pulling yourself up on furniture.  Yikes. You caught me off guard the first time you did it.  Ta-da!!!  And there you were!  I scrambled to get a picture.  Better blurry than none at all I suppose.  You were VERY pleased with yourself.  And I was really surprised, I wasn't expecting that for another month at least!

The problem is that you also think you can LET GO and stand up, and that's absolutely not working.  I gotta give it to you though, you keep on trying.  

You have a new facial expression.  It's pretty funny.   You do it constantly and your brothers laugh, so you just do it some more.

  You are pretty animated.  You say Uh-Oh, and identify your Dad when he picks you up by saying "Dada!".   You communicate pretty well, and for that I am thankful.  When you are tired, you crawl right over to Dad and curl up on his lap.  When you are hungry you toss your bottle at me or crawl over to your high chair and pull up on it.  When you want to play, you yell at Jack really loud "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" and throw a toy at him.  

Here you are, hollering at Jack through a cardboard tube.  You two entertained yourselves for hours with this thing, until your slobber disintegrated the cardboard.

You roar like a lion.  We were at a friend's house and another little crawling baby was there.  You crawled up to her and let out a roar, just like a lion.  You didn't know any better, that's how you fool around with your brothers at home.  But it scared her to death.  She started to cry.  It couldn't be any more obvious that you are being raised in a house full of rough and tumble boys.  You fit right in.  You love to wrestle.  As soon as Jack or Justice lays down on the ground, you immediately crawl over and try and wrestle.  You lay on top of them and pull on their clothes until they roll over.  You are quite the singer.  I had to take you out of sharing time at church yesterday because when the children were singing you started to "sing" with them and you were distracting the little kids.  They were laughing at you and not paying close attention to the song.  Justice sings all the time at home, and you are turning into quite the back up singer.  

You still love the jumper.  You have nearly outgrown it and if you didn't like it so much I would have put it up already.  You jump jump jump until you pass right out. 

You are a chewer.  You chew on everything.  Still no sign of your top teeth though!  And that's ok with me, because your bottom teeth are like little razor blades.

You are still a terrible sleeper.  You don't sleep for more than an hour or two before you wake up crying.  We decided to put you back in bed with us out of desperation.  It has helped tremendously.  Me probably more than you, but whatever.  

But most of all, you are strong, you are healthy, and you have a pretty charming personality at this point.  You laugh often and loud, and you love your family.  

And you definitely know that we love you!