The day finally came…Jack is rolling! (In both directions; I’m not going to lie, I was a little concerned we were going to send him to kindergarten and he would still be getting stuck like a beetle every time he found himself on his back!)
Oh hi mom…what? You want me to roll over?
You’re so silly, I don’t want to roll over! Okay fine, but only because you’re putting it on the blog.
Are you watching me? WATCH ME!
Here I go! Huurraammpphh! (This is hard work…)
Almost there. You try and roll over when you’re 22 pounds. Lay off me.
Success! I did it! Now what?
Eh…I’ll just look for a piece of lint or maybe some dog hair to put in my mouth.
And, what would be a post without our ever loyal motivator. Poor Rem, always the sulking teenager. I swear if he was human he would be all about the skinny jeans, emo haircut and grunge bands. He would probably even write poetry.
*And…so that I don’t have to endure a tongue lashing from my own father; here is proof that Jack supports ALL of Washington’s fine college establishments. Not that Aaron or I went to either WSU or UW, but because we don’t want to be written out of either family’s wills, we happily oblige everyone’s request to dress our baby in their choice of college paraphernalia!
Go Cougs! I mean…go Huskies! Wait…go Eagles! Oh what the heck…go Vikings…there’s not much to root for since the football team is no more. I guess we could always root for the tree huggers?