Wow...the blog posts lately have been very few and far between. I don't know what happened! But, I think it should stop now. Or, go, as it were. I'm going to try and post once a week at least, even if there is nothing to say. Could be scary. Topic of this post: Jude is crawling!
ridikulus!
nuts!
unbelievable!
fu-get aboot it!
No, it's true! And, he's already knocked over two sodas. Don't worry, I cleaned it up. He's also a teeth-making machine. He has two top and two bottom, and I swear, they're still coming like there's no tomorrow. We bought him a baby-sized nerf football because he loves the full-size one so much and he ripped a big chunk out of it with his freak teeth and tried to eat it.
It wasn't too shocking, however, because he tried to swallow a bandaid a couple weeks before that. He took it off his own leg and put it in his mouth. Did Dad miraculously see and stop it just in time? No. Did Mom sense something was wrong and swoop in? Uh-uh. Thank goodness for Uncle Jake who always seems to alert us responsible parents to the fact that our child is about to choke on something yicky.
and I just keep thinking: is this real?
is this happening?
is someone kidding?
Nope. It's really real and really happening and freaking funny.
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