My Pal Jake

Many of you have commented to me that yes, you have raised boys, and NO they have NOT done half the things that my Jaker does. Last week I found him on the counter top, pulling knives out of our knife block and stabbing the bananas. I cleaned up several times when he took his clothes and diaper off (while wearing a snap crotch onsie which was still snapped when I found him) and got poopoo everywhere. The pic of him in "pink" is stencil paint that I had in the back of my junk drawer and had forgotten about. Jakob found it, painted hisself, and reminded me that I was going to use it in the girls bathroom. Not anymore, as none survived.

It may sound like I am an unattentive mother, but I can assure you that he would not have survived this long if I wasn't as attentive as I am. He keeps me hopping from sun up to sundown. I live for his nap times, and bed times, and his sweet little smiling face, even covered in stencil paint. I love my boy. I especially love his "Happily dying of chocolate" pic at the bottom. This was after a particularly good chocolate on chocolate cupcake. I would not change him for anything!