A Little Angel

He's so peaceful when he sleeps. And my goodness, what I won't give for those eyelashes!

When Mom's Away...

Doug and Will play dress up...

Perfect Children

So, as a mother I've always had this vision of my two sweet boys playing nicely together. Sharing trucks and blocks, reading books together - you know wonderful sweet things like that. I'll admit I've even seen glimpses of it. So the other day I was in the other room and I heard Jack crying (which really isn't that odd he's be going through a cranky phase) and Will laughing, really hard. So I went in to check on them and you can imagine my horror when I found Will pulling Jack's hair. And not just pulling but almost dragging Jack. Yes, Jack's hair is long and soft and now I'm seriously thinking of cutting it for his own safety. Will got in big trouble and it was explained to him many times how that hurts Jack. The next day I saw Will standing next to Jack and he put his hand on his head. This time he only petted his hair.

Crawling!!

Jack has finally started crawling. The real kind, on all fours, moving forward and making his way across a room with lightning speed. He started at exactly 11 months. Will started at 9 months, so it will be interesting to see how long until Jack starts walking. I don't think I'm ready for a walking Jack at least not for a few more months. He's my baby and I'll be the first to admit I'm still trying to stuff him in 6-12 month pajamas he outgrew months ago. If only I could stop time...

Jack can also do "downward dog" (a yoga move) just like Will used to do. The best part about this trick we never taught it to Will or Jack, they just picked it up on their own.

One More Golfer

I must relay the events that took place, leading up to these pictures. Whenever I return home from running errands and Doug has been at home with the boys, almost without fail his putter and a couple of golf balls will be out. Of course Will is usually running around with the putter and we are all ducking and trying to protect Jack from an unintentional blow. Anyhow Jack sees his brother and dad with the putter on a regular basis. The other afternoon, Will was taking a nap and Jack was scooting around while I was cleaning our bedroom. I promise I'm not making this up...Jack wiggled (he's still not crawling) himself all the way across our room and into Doug's closet, where he pulled out the putter! I was amazed! He played with the club for a good twenty minutes. I swear I even saw him working on his grip!