
So Jake kept me pretty well distracted from packing today, but we have an official move date - hurray! - May 7th is the big day.

Today Jake seemed hungrier than usual. He ate the following: two complete sticks of string cheese; a few kernels of corn; one spoonful of organic corn & summer squash (rejected, given to Ruthie); a strawberry frozen whole fruit bar (I ate these by the dozen when I was pregnant) in the baby safe feeder (two more teeth just cut on top); a whole container of yo-baby apple yogurt; two mashed-up turkey sticks (more in his hair and on the floor than in his mouth); one bite of vegetable beef baby food (also rejected and then eaten by the dog); two bites of mama's fresh mozzerella with balsamic vinegar (I didn't think he'd like it, I was wrong); a few bites of diced cucumber (mostly rejected by baby and dog, so mom ate the rest - yum!); lots of Cheerios; organic freeze-dried apples and strawberries for toddlers; as many bites of mama's pizza as she would allow (Ruthie and Jake both begged for this); baby zweiback toast; two bottles of whole milk; one bottle of water; and two bottles of juice. I try to at least offer him a balanced menu, but he seems to really dig fruits and dairy. This kid is not feelin' the vegetables. Apple doesn't fall far from the tree...pardon the pun.
So here are some shots I took today of the world's hungriest and dirtiest baby. I must have used two dozen baby wipes today and he still looks like this. I have found that if I make any kind of goofy noise, he will let me do whatever I want to him. Wiping his nose is normally considered torture, until I come at him with a baby wipe chanting: "Bllllliim! Pooooow! Bazoooom!" Then it's a game.

Jake eats with PIZAZZ!

He has learned the word MAMA and knows I respond to it. Not sure if he knows what it means, but he repeats it contantly, because I respond. (Cute bib is one of the new ones from My Dolce Baby.)

Jake enjoys beating the television with his yellow duck and yellow fish.

Taking a break from beating the television to see what mama is yelling about.














































