Our little Jerry Seinfeld

Yesterday Jacob had us laughing, laughing and laughing. At the risk of sounding too Reader's Digest-ey, here are two examples:

1. I asked Jacob if he would sing "I am a Child of God" to Nicholas when I was putting Nicholas to sleep. Jacob smiled a big smile, walked right over and started singing as he gently stroked Nicholas on the head. Little did we realize that our singing "I am a Child of God" and stroking his head every night really meant that much to him! It was so sweet and gentle and also pretty hilarious.

2. During dinner Jacob gibber jabbed about something but then it was obvious that whatever he said was a directive that we could not understand. Matt said, "Son, I just don't get it". Jacob gave him a steely stare and said, "Get it". And he wasn't repeating what Matt had just said.

He's just funny. And not funny lookin'.

Could this book be cursed?

Aunt Bev gave Jacob this book when Nicholas was born. It quickly became his FAVORITE book ever. In it he has learned that tractors pull both balers and plows. He has also learned the difference between a stock car, grand prix car and rally car. And pretty much any big truck on the road is a monster truck to him. So, the book is wonderful and his favorite. And yet...

Jacob's first copy was peed on. (We'll spare you the details of how that happened.)

We bought a new book because we couldn't keep reading a sullied book and because Jacob loved it and because we spoil him rotten.

Jacob's second copy was thrown up on. (Again, less is more.)

What gives?

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I try and I try and I try!

I have so far been fairly unsuccessful at snapping a picture of my TWO children. My attempts usually end up following this pattern:

1. Ta da! However, Nicholas isn't smiling and Jacob is being strangled by Nicholas's hair!




















2. Jacob starts thinking..."Hmmm, who is this cute thing tenuously placed in my arms? Do I really want to be holding him?"




















3. Then Jacob grins and thinks, "Nah. I don't! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"




















4. The end.































5. Repeat.

Same swing, different boys

For those of you who think that Nicholas and Jacob look alike, behold!






























(This picture of Jacob doesn't really do his unbelievable cuteness justice...I realize that I take a lot more pictures of Nicholas than I did of Jacob. It's the digital age and I'm fully on board!)

Maddie makes me smile

Want to smile too? Enjoy.

B-O-Why?!?!?

He's a boy. He's really, really a boy. A boy's boy. A boy!

A boy who eats with his mouth open.




















A boy who throws crayons...and pretty much anything he can get his hands on.















A boy who wants things now, now, now!




















A boy who likes to sweep?




















A boy who likes to play with a cheesy second-hand "computer" named Alpha-bert.




















A boy who doesn't want to waste time posing for pictures.















A boy who likes to kick balls, tires and even mom!















A boy who KNOWS how to giggle.




















A boy who is occasionally thoughtful and still.
















What can I say, he really is a boy.

Hardy Har Har

Blue Eyed Boy

Matt's mother has blue eyes. My mother has blue eyes. Could it be? These pictures hardly show it, but his eyes are still beautifully blue.










































































Aside from being bee-yew-tiful, Nicholas has a mild, sweet temperament and consistently makes my day. What a satisfying smile.

Halloween

Jacob was a basketball playa' for Halloween. He premiered his 'stoom at the ward primary Halloween party. The best part of the evening for me was that Jacob and I went just the two of us. I had forgotten what my life used to be like! (So easy!)


















The best part of the night for Jacob was playing "Hungry, Hungry Hippos" with a clown.














On Halloween I told him "let's get you dressed" and then got him all outfitted. But every day since Halloween I've told him we were getting him dressed and he has shouted, "hawoween, trickatreet!" Sorry kid, just once a year.

His headband is very Watcher in the Woods, no? (I got a little creeped out just reading about it! Yikes!)


















This is my house.


















What a sweet follow-through.


















If Jacob was a basketball player, what was Nicholas?



Ta da! (Please don't remind me how bad I feel that he was essentially a prop...it was so cute though!)




























I guess we were all muses to Jacob's b-ball player. I was a referee (it was great, I just wore a whistle) and Matt was a goal. The family that dresses up together stays together.
































We took the boys trick-or-treating to a few houses in our neighborhood and Jacob found out how much he likes getting food from ANYONE! Plus, most people gave candy to Nicholas so that Matt and I didn't feel too jealous.

We had about 4 trick-or-treaters come to our house because we live in the shabbiest little (though still lovely to live in) neighborhood within a much nicer area. Who wants to go to Grandview when you can go to Oak Hills, right? (Provo, I love thee.) Anyway, our FAVORITE Halloween visitor was Katie. She was an adorable little princess with great accessories. Who knew this would happen when I said, "say cheese"!?!














Lastly, I just want to point out that Nicholas made an adorable basketball.


















And that he would have made a great player too.

You so crazy