What to say

I've been sitting at this computer for a while now trying to think up something to write. It's not that Jacob isn't cute enough.














'Cause obviously he is. Or that nothing's going on. I just don't have much to say! So, um, I guess that's all.

Gather 'round. Lemme tell you a little story.

Matt just criticized my recent blogs. He claimed that there weren't enough "stories" or some such nonsense. Well, I'll tell you a mystical story of Jacob's hair. Jacob and I went outside on a cold, blustery day. The wintry weather nipped at our noses and toeses. With such a chill on the air I reasoned that Jacob would be most comfortable in his warm, winter hat. After passing a delightful hour outside with Tow-Mater and some tennis balls we went inside for our snack. Upon removing his jacket and hat I noticed that Jacob, indeed, had "hat hair". I grabbed for the camera and took the above picture. And we all lived happily ever after. (And Jacob wears more than that Cookie Monster shirt...I promise.)

Where's yooooooooooooour...

...head.



...cheeks.



...feet.



...tummy.



...ear.



...nose.



...mouth.



Jacob is so quick to answer questions about where his body parts are that just now, when I read this post to Matt for his opinion, Jacob (who was reading a book from Grandma Great at the time) quietly found his head, cheeks, etc. again. He even does it when he hears me ask him on a video.

We say "jump", he says "how high", right?

Shoo fly, don't bother me. I'm reading!

I think I'll find a nook
curl up and read a book.
Some nice and quiet spot,
Someplace where that fly is not.

That little ditty is from our "Shoo Fly" book, which Jacob loves. I am always finding him secreted away playing with a toy or book (or hymnbook). That makes it sound like I leave him unsupervised for long stretches of time. Not so, he just likes his quiet time and is quick to grab the chance to enjoy it.

Número Dos

For those of you who don't know, we are 'spectin'. We feel so blessed and excited (and nervous?) about it all.



We tried to tell Jacob, but he didn't really care to listen. (La, la, la, la...)



But we 'spect that by June he'll be more excited.



Note: I could say that the lack of consistent posts is due to my delicate state, but that would be a lie. I won't say you should expect a higher posting frequency, but know that I'm shooting for more than one post every two weeks. But at least I've posted more than once every few MONTHS (Jana and Andrea...for shame!).

Santa Claus is Coming to Town!

Merry Christmas!

Bluebeard

Blue-berry-beard.

Super Baby!

This is Jacob's (and my) favorite post-bath activity.



It's a hat, it's a cape, it's freedom from mommy's lotion regimen. What's not to like?

The Face

Jacob "the face" Hutchison is one cute little fellow. I have maintained, in private circles, for a long time that his little face is inexplicably carved out of very cute, kissable clay. Serious. Anyway, he has a very funny little face he pulls lately. The Alabama Hutches call it his "strong man". I guess I would say it's his "smiley strong man". (Bear in mind that he is holding that super smile so rigidly and with such joy that he's trembling...I will post a video of these tricks soon.)



He also had some good ol' regular smiles all over the place at "Monkey Joe's". I thought the name sounded dreadful, but for $5 Jacob bounced himself silly. And I mean si-leee.






Anyway, not much big stuff to report, just his big smiles and his continued quest for reverence.

Check it.



Out.

Halloween Night

We had a happy Halloween. I was going CRAZY with my thesis (which, by the way, is all done and awaiting the defense in a few weeks), so I sent Matt to go get the Halloween candy. I was not disappointed. Serious.

Butterfingers. KitKats. Take 5s.

Machoo stepped up. Mmmm.



I had been imagining Jacob's costume for a few months, but had put off actually making it until the night o' Halloween. I don't recommend it. However, I think we pulled off a cute look.



Jacob got used to the scarecrow look when we went to the pumpkin patch.



(Which, by the way, was not quite the picture taking mecca that everyone claimed...mainly because he was a lot more interested in the parking lot than he was in the pumpkins.)



Back to Halloween. Jacob had his pre-costume outfit on.



He rolled around on the couch for a while.



And then he read scriptures to off-set the evil nature of Halloween.



Here's the finished product! I think he's too big for those overalls, what do you think? Jacob was a scarecrow (which we found out is exactly what Matt was for his second birthday...all that straw hair). Matt and I were crows. Get it? Get it? Huh? Huh?



Check out the fine detail on those cuffs utilizing my favorite hemming/sewing tool, packing tape. Just ask my mom! (Let it be known that my mom does not condone my use of packing tape, but she still loves me.)



The costume stayed on for about half a minute, which I guess should make me feel better about making it last minute. Someday, someday he'll care.