Jack-man

Jack had accomplished much in the last few weeks. He has begun crawling. He does a wonderful camo-style crawling, with occasional on-all-fours spurts. He's everywhere, all the time! I have to now be on the keep-the-floors-clean-and-clear-of-possible-choking-objects campaign. Joel and James have jumped on the band wagon and have been quite cooperative in making sure that Jack doesn't have something he shouldn't. His crawling has allowed him to pull up on things, and sit himself up after he's pulled himself up on his knees. So he isn't just sitting himself up all by himself, but he's getting there. Jack has also started saying "mama", and makes a very impressive motorboat sound. He makes raspberries like nobody's business.

Since our trip to NYC for Aunt Jeana's graduation, where he got spoiled by having two of his favorite things all the time - being outside and people-watching - he wants to be outside all the time. If we walk to the door to lock it or to look outside, or if we're headed outside and I realize I've forgotten something and we turn away from going out the door, he becomes very upset. (In other words, he throws a fit, an 8-month-old fit). He wants to get out in the open.