I'm baaack...

Sorry for the lapse in communication. My mom had to cover for me a few weeks ago as I was suffering greatly from a bout of baby pink eye. Of course, it was brutal, but I dealt with it like a man and am now back with a vengeance.

Lots has happened in the past few weeks - most notably, I am completely mobile which is AWESOME! Sure - it's freaking my folks out a little bit as they are not used to my swift movements, but they are getting used to finding me in a completely different place than where I was last placed. Yesterday, mom found me under the bed with just my tiny feet sticking out.

I am VERY fast.**



See? I can even beat Georgie to her ball. She definitely was not trying to clean up my bib, but was clearly just losing the race.



Oh... I have so moved on past the spatula and measuring cup. My new favorite companion is a foam brush. It pretty much rocks and I love it - despite the facts little pieces of foam get stuck on my tongue.



Still trying to help take pictures. Still not being taken up on my offer to help.



So mom thinks she is clever... when she doesn't want me to motor away (which again can happen quite quickly as I'm SO fast), she traps me in a basket. I realize I look happy, but inside I'm actually seething and plotting how to get out.



She also "lets" me play in this contraption. Again, secretly angry inside. Am just very good at hiding it...



**Should be noted that speed is subjective. What might be fast to a tiny, but mighty baby might be hilariously slow to an adult.

Our son, the Vegan.

If meat of any kind is involved, feeding time in the Jackson household immediately becomes an event in and of itself.

It is the weirdest thing - like somehow our 6 month old with a little pea-head has the wherewithall to immediately figure out that on a particular night, we are feeding him meat and not veggies or fruit. I guess his sense of smell is more developed than one would have imagined...

As soon as we open the jar, he will set his face into a determined, if not stubborn, expression.



Then comes the actual taste test. He will all of sudden become overly dramatic, gagging and rolling his head around like we're shoving mud (or worse) down his throat.



After this becomes absolute refusal to open his mouth. I think that if his nose were stopped up, he would rather suffocate than allow us to sneak in another bite. (Also, note the lack of clothing. This is because he has been know to spew whatever does make into his mouth ALL over the place. That's fun.)



Well, no worries... He doesn't know it, but he is being duped on a daily basis now since we just add a few tablespoons of our meat of choice into whatever veggies or fruit he is having that day.

Anyway, other than the occasional battle over nutrition, life is just getting more and more fun and exciting.

Of course, we celebrated the Gator's winning the national championship!



The obsession over wearing sunglasses continues...



Oh! And we have invented (well, maybe discovered) a new game. While complicated, it can be played by yourself.

Step 1: Put something over your eyes. Squeal. Kick legs. Laugh. Thrash about some more.



Step 2: Remove eye covering and act like you have just invented the wheel or something equally amazing.



We've also become very "helpful" recently. We help type, talk on the phone, pet the dog, etc...

Here we are helping take pictures.



...if you would just give that to me...



And last but not least, Georgie. Now that Knox is somewhat mobile (albeit, it is awkward and more often than not, thrwarted by lack of balance), our poor basset hound is played with on a daily basis. "Play" is defined by grabbing jowels, ears and tail in a suprisingly strong but tiny grip and pulling them to one's mouth to chew on.

Sometimes I wonder if she is going to run away...