I have been pretty slack about posting this month... we're half-way through December and this is only our fourth post! I have several excuses, the first of which is climatic. It's been rainy and with the shorter days, we've spent much less time outside, which is where we take our best photos.
My second excuse is movement. Jed's movement to be precise. Running, climbing, falling, and pulling out socket covers don't make for good photo opportunities.
Third on my list is Christmas and the shopping, baking, and decorating associated with it. I've only sent out about half our Christmas cards, but I've finished most of the other stuff, at the expense, obviously, of the blog.
So there are my excuses. As for Jed, he is, as noted, on the move. He is either asleep or moving with not much in between. Once or twice, he's used "
og" for dog, "
ja" for Jed, and "pappy" for
paci, and we've heard one or two nos. However, he has mastered Mama and Daddy (pronounced
da-
deeee or sometimes
da-do).
Today, Jed enjoyed his last day of playschool until after Christmas. He gave his teachers cookies and a nice diaper surprise. Apparently, I "captured" one of his pacifiers in his diaper before school so when they changed a dirty diaper, they discovered a poop-covered
paci. When I picked him up, his teacher gave me the well-washed
paci, but I decided that maybe the trash can was the best option.
After school, we went to High Point to look at a dining room table. This interrupted Jed's nap. He handled that pretty well until we got home, at which point, his limited car napping combined with hunger to create wig-out-8000. After supper, he cheered up, but at bedtime, he ramped it up to wig-out-9000 before finally collapsing in a little pajama-ed heap in his crib.
So here are some pictures from suppertime. And yes, we can blame the dimness on winter daylight, or lack thereof.
at the tail end of wig-out-8000

please note the remnants of wig-out-8000 on the floor over Jed's left shoulder

all better with some food in my belly
and on my face

hugging my new bear/pillow, an early Christmas gift from Aunt Theresa and Uncle Mike

and one of the other gifts Theresa and Mike sent . . . excellent title