I have alwyas thought that there is nothing cuter than a one-year-old in the whole world. They don't have the two year old attitude yet but they don't still have the baby helplessness. Abe spends every waking minute exploring his world and making all kinds of messes. I thought I would just share some of the naughtiness highlights from the last month or so....
Abe has an OBSESSION with grapes. If he knows they are in the house, he will not rest until they are his. This is what I found the other day when I walked into the kitchen.
I guess I cannot blame Babyham for this one. I mean, if someone wanted to hand feed me doritos while I took a buble bath I would NOT refuse. I think its also funny that I just let my baby eat Doritos at all. With Jack, I would have died before I let anyone feed him such un-nutritious junk food. Now I just feel happy that everyone got fed and bathed.
Yet another example of my relaxing food standards....
This one I can totally blame on my dad. I try to explain to grandpa: "Do Not Caffienate the Baby!" Anyone who knows Grandpa Haws knows how futile it is to explain rules to him.
When Jack was little he would take the phone and put it up to his ear and pretend like he was answering. Abe does this but then he stares at it intently and taps it with his thumbs. He is texting. Amazing how things change in just a couple of years and amazing how babies pick up on EVERYTHING. If you have recently recieved unintelligible text messages from me...now you know why. I would also like to point out that his shirt is soaking wet because he just finished pouring a huge cup of water on our memory foam bed...on my side of course.
The fact that I obviously took the time to snap a picture before I plucked my baby out of the trash can might be frightening to some of you, but in fairness, I really thought that it was worth it to immortalize these fat little baby legs.
When Jack was little he would take the phone and put it up to his ear and pretend like he was answering. Abe does this but then he stares at it intently and taps it with his thumbs. He is texting. Amazing how things change in just a couple of years and amazing how babies pick up on EVERYTHING. If you have recently recieved unintelligible text messages from me...now you know why. I would also like to point out that his shirt is soaking wet because he just finished pouring a huge cup of water on our memory foam bed...on my side of course.
The fact that I obviously took the time to snap a picture before I plucked my baby out of the trash can might be frightening to some of you, but in fairness, I really thought that it was worth it to immortalize these fat little baby legs.