Jeffers

Oh this little dude. Everyone was so busy and he was just dragged along all day. I tried my best to keep our daytimes at home quiet. I was completely devoted to his nap time - though I was regularly yanking him out of bed so we could pick up Eden from school. When we are not running around for everyone else's schedule, I feel like I am running around after him during his waking hours. It is hard to describe because he isn't naughty or angrily destructive. He is just so darn busy. It is hard for him to sit still. Furthermore, he wants to be doing what EXACTLY what everyone else is doing. For example, all our other children at this age would love being with me in the kitchen while I was cooking. I could give them bowls and spoons and they would contentedly play at my feet, acting out the things I was doing. Not Jeffery. He wants a bowl with food in it to mix. He wants to cut with the big knife. He wants to stand over the stove to stir the pot.

This is how Jeffery feels about sitting through gymnastics. Every. Single. Time. It breaks his heart to not be out playing with Eden.

In general though, he is the happiest kid. He loves when the family is together. He loves being outside. He loves running, not walking, from here to there. He loves climbing to the tippy top of fill in the blank...

I have 5,678 photos on my phone that look like this. Tech savvy babies are a double edged sword. Jeffers doesn't speak much at all. We have been working on it. His pediatrician is on the verge of sending us to speech therapy. My mommy gut feeling is that 1.) he is a boy and 2.) he is the forth child in a very vocal pack. Poor kid doesn't really HAVE to say very much. Pointing and grunting is working out just fine for him at this point. His gross motor and fine motor skills are ahead of the curve. And he has no problem figuring digital devices out quickly. So we are hanging tight.

Fever face. Even when he doesn't feel well he is a pleasant kid. Though I don't like him being sick, I love these days with him when he will sit contentedly on my lap and I don't have to clean up 52 messes.

Most nights, this is the scene in behind the driver's seat. He is tuckered out and has fallen asleep on our way home from Church/sports/music/something. His face is smeared with sweets that (usually) someone else has given him. Or it is messy with dinner that we have eaten along the way. We are so grateful for this cute little caboose on our crazy train!