{17 months}

It has been too too long and too far between posts updating all my many readers (wink wink, probably just me 30 years from now) on the most important aspect of my life.

JACK!

He is 17 months old. How? Where did the time go? I have no idea. I do know that he will be 2 in 7 short months, and he is starting nursery next month (thank the gracious heavens, I can't handle anymore "hall church"). 

Mister Jack is almost/not quite 30" tall. We took him into nursery last week and he held his own, but is visibly shorter than all the kids. Hopefully he got some of his uncles' genes and isn't doomed to be short forever.

He weighs 25 lb (according to my handy dandy method of weighing myself [yikes], then picking him up and doing it again). 

June 30 - Max and Dad ran the 5K. We supported from afar.

These stats put him around the 85%ile for weight (averaged between adjusted and actual age) and between 3 and 15%ile for height (told you he was short!).

Matchy matchy! <3

He is totally mobile. Don't even think about carrying him or trying to strap him into a stroller or shopping cart. Put that kid's shoes on and let. him. run. 

Shoes are a lost cause.

And run he does.

What a little stinker.

Unless Bubble Guppies is on. Don't know what that is? Here, I'll enlighten you. Bubble Guppies is my lifesaver. I can put on Netflix and have a shower and he doesn't even realize I'm gone. We can drive in the car for 3, 4, 5 hours and time flies.

We went camping with Grandpa Martin "and crew". Messy ensued. 

Another favourite activity of Jack's is eating. He. Eats. Everything. And anything. He doesn't hesitate to try new foods, but also doesn't hesitate to spit them out. Promptly. He takes after his mama and doesn't like cheese (unless we hide it on his sandwich). 

He still sleeps like a dream, from 7 or 8pm until 7 or 8am. He also takes a nap from around 11 or 12 until 2 or 3. I love nap time.

Jack and Mammy

Jackers has 8 front teeth, 4 molars, and I suspect we'll have a canine or two in the next couple of weeks. 

Stirling Days, waiting for the parade!

He is still choosing to not speak, although occasionally "daw" (dog) slips out. "Mama" and "Dad" are constants. "Ba" (ball) also is occasional, although less so than "daw". Sometimes things are too exciting to keep in.

He LOVES reading. Books books books. All the time. But now he brings them to us to read. It's so sweet.

When we say "prayer" he instantly folds his arms. Even if I say "sit down" he thinks it's prayer time and gets all geared up. It's so sweet.

Snuggling with the sleepy uncles. I love this picture.

As much as he loves Mama and Dad and Grandma, no one trumps Uncle Max. Seriously. It's hilarious and adorable.

The 5 of us went camping in Great Falls and spent an afternoon at the waterpark!

He is such a sweet boy. The older he gets the harder it is to remember where he started, 2 lb 9 oz, 14", laying in an isolette.