That little hand: Jude can be quite the Mr. Bossy Boots. Sometimes this results in me saying, "Jude, I'm the mom." Sometimes we'll be driving and he tells me which direction to go, and he does the cutest thing guiding me with his hand. Fingers together, his thumb extended, he holds his arm out and ushers me (or tries to). "This way, Mommy, go this way." Sometimes we aren't going the way he wants me to and wails from his car seat, unfortunately.
Sometimes Jude says, "Hello, my mommy!"
He's way into "I did it a' by mysef!" but is very kind in crediting everyone he loves with creating anything he likes around the house. Like, Grandma made his blocks. :) I ask him a lot "Jude, are you happy?" so now he will just volunteer it, "Mama, I'm happy." On Sunday he said, "Mom, snuggle me." "Ok." Sometimes I really want to call him my baby boy, but don't you dare make that mistake. He will sob (like a baby) and say, "Noooo I a BIG BOYYYYYY!"
Whenever I'm on the floor, usually kneeling or squatting and changing Graham's diaper, Jude comes up behind me and tackles me, knocks me down or throwing his arms around my neck and choking me. They beat me up every single day. They drop heavy toys or objects on my bare feet, pull my hair, Graham is obsessed with chewing on anything and his razor teeth hurt every time, he bonks his gigantic head into my cheek bone and/or gives me a fat lip, really, I get pummeled on the regular.
Graham has been such a mom's boy lately and I'm loving it. He hides his face in my shoulder, gives me coy smiles, and only wants me to put him down when he thinks I'm staying close by. But on the other hand, while we're out and about, he wants to be free of a buckle or human hip of any kind and wants to crawl wherever he fancies. Speed crawling just like Jude did, putting holes in his pants, probably a month or two away from walking.
Graham is still my crazy bottomless pit, eating at all times of the day as if I only allow him a lettuce leaf for meals. He says, "MMMMMMMMM" whenever he sees food or I put him in his high chair. He also says "uh-oh" which makes me worry that out of all the words he hears in our house, that's the one he hears most consistently :). He loves to pick up a ball, throw it a few feet, laughing hysterically, and then he chases it, and repeats. He buzzes his lips and squishes his chin down to glorify the chub under his there. I want to eat him.
My favorite thing from today: Jeff came home from work and I ran upstairs to take a shower. As I came downstairs I could hear laugh-squealing. All 3 of my boys were wrestling and jumping on the giant teddy bear, Graham was wild with delight to be in on the frenzy and kept pouncing on the bear and biting it, it was all pretty great.