Birthday and other Pics!

I said I would post some birthday pictures, and these are just from my camera. The better ones are on my moms. I will get those when I get them. This was at home, where he really dived into his cake, unfortunatly my batteries died and the rest is on the camcorder. On the other hand, at my parents for his party, he didnt really get into it. Too many people I guess.

Matt thought he needed some help eating.Uncle Clay taught us how to act like a monkey (as if he didnt already know).

This face means "I have had enough, I wanna play with it now."

He likes to play with his blanket, really just drag it aroud, wrap it around his neck, and throw it over his head. But then he does that with matts socks, his pj's, my shirt, anything he can find.

But then, danget, once again, he busted it. First his forhead sunday morning before church, then his mouth at Anna baby shower, then his face on the side of the tub, ...(breath) now his chin on the coffee table. He steped on his blanket standing next to the table, then busted it. No blood this time! Annas baby shower was enough. Busted his lip on the lobby floor and bled everywhere, or atleast I thought so.

Hes ok, he just hit his chin real good. The boy needs a face mask and helmet!!

Ok, here are a few new pictures of this boy. Here soon I will try and get some from his birthday on here. This boy is so full of it! He is getting spoiled rotten, and is such a mommas boy its crazy! In the mornings, Matt seems to enjoy getting him out of bed and leaving him in the bathroom with me while I try and get ready for work, while he LEAVES for work. Now my mornings are spent with each leg in front of the two cabinet doors cause he wants the body wash out of there. But before we get to that point, hes beating his hands on the side of the tub and screaming at it. Thats one guarenteed way to find him in the house. Go turn on the water in the tub; he comes running. After that, he sits in the floor deciding what to play with, his ring, toliet paper(that he sneaks from somewhere!), or something from the trashcan. When he gets mad cause I only let him have his ring, he walks out crying, quickly coming back to wedge himself between me and the cabinet doors. Now he starts burying his face in my pants leg, still pushing himself in there, and possibly trying to climb up my leg. Now I have to leave the house at 7, and usually about this time I look at the clock to see that it is 6:50 and I just finished my makeup, throw a brush through my hair, pull on my shirt and shoes, grab him and hope that I got his bag together the night before(this occasianlly happens). I still have to hunt my phone, purse, and his bag, wondering if I had changed his diaper cause of course if daddy were to do this, then we would have to have him checked (this NEVER happenes). By now Jesse is just crying in the kithen floor cause I have set him down to find stuff, so I say the heck with it and go to the truck and leave. Backing out of the driveway, I remeber, I have had no breakfast. Do I go to hardees again? Or do I stil have stuff in the freezer at work? I pray I do, cause I am tire of fast food. Thats my morning. Sure cant wait till I can tell him to just go to his room and play for 15 minutes :) I like saturdays, apparently then he can stand to play by himself, and occasianlly run to me for a minuet. Oh well....

Happy Birthday!!

My babys turned one!! Its been a while, so I will update kinda quickly. Jesses walking, and man is he walking! He started taking steps on valentines day, and about a week or two later, he was gone! Every now and then he will sit down and crawl, but he is walking really good. He went flying one night last week. Without daddy. At 11 at night, Matt got fed up with him wantin to play so he went to his crib to cry it out. Matt closed the hall door and we went to bed. Long story short, stupid me still had the mattress at the middle level and he was mad enough that when his foot got up on the bumper pad, he went straight over. He had been crying the whole time but he sounded like he was moving so I went to check. I found him in the hall way in tears. Hes ok. Matt checked him out after he made me go away and sit down (forgot for a moment hes an EMT). Woke up the next morning with a nasty bruise on his forehead and what I thought was the beginning of a black eye. Needless to say that he slept with me on the couch all night. I cried myself to sleep.

He had his first haircut! He did so good, didnt fus or grab for the sissors. Even when she pulled out the electric razor, he was fine with it. And at his check up, when the nurse stuck his finger to draw blood, he just looked at her. No crying or fussing. I was so proud of him!! And hes 27 pounds! BIG BOY!! He got his first birthday cake last night. That was priceless, and yes I had the camcorder on him. It didnt last 5 seconds, and he had his fists in it. Had two fist fulls of cake and icing. And just kept throwing his fist in the air like he just won a prize, then shoving it in his mouth. Then we went and had our pictures made today, they are gonna be so cute!! Thats about it for now. Check back in a week for birthday pictures!