All About Jabin

I realize that in the many activities surrounding our family, Jabin can get lost in the shuffle a little. Not really—he's always present, always watching, soaking in information like a sponge. But because he is so little, and not saying or doing anything especially new or cute (meaning, nothing we haven't seen twice before,) I don't always remember to report on the momentous occasions that do occur. I am sure any mother with two or more children can relate.

So, this post is devoted to Jabin.

Other signs that Jabin is a third baby:

1. I have no idea what his current height and weight are. He has his nine-month check in two weeks—I assume I'll find out then.

2. He is 8 1/2 months old. I don't know how old he is by weeks or days. 8 1/2 months is as close as I'll get.

3. This is the first time I downloaded photos into the computer in at least two weeks, and although a fair number of the photos were about Jabin, the entire haul was maybe thirty pics. (Kodak Easyshare is being stupid right now and won't let me open to check for sure.)

However, here are some recent landmarks in Jabin's life:

He is now eating two solid meals a day: lunch and supper. He recently started getting blended up "adult food" in his diet, for certain things—cream soups and stews, specifically. Not just veggies and meat dishes, anymore. Also, for those two meals, he finally started eating enough that he usually only has a few ounces of formula, if any, after eating up the "real" stuff.

Jabin enjoying some beets a couple of weeks ago.

After a really lousy day on Tuesday, where my arm became permanently cramped because he did not want to be off my hip for any waking minute (I was wishing I had me a sling in the worst way), he cut his most recent two teeth—the top middle ones. That makes for a grand total of six. You can see the most prominent, by right of being first, in this totally cute picture of him.

Look at those toofies!

He is sitting up fairly well now, most of the time, but I still only let him sit on his own if he is surrounded by a blanket, or more commonly, his little moon-shaped ducky pillow.

Jabin lounging in his ducky pillow while enjoying a snack.

Tonight, he figured out that if he rolled over a little farther than just 180 degrees to his stomach, he could actually get places. I'm thinking that I will be reminded over the next few days that my house is no longer as "baby-proof" as I thought.

Finally, this photo was taken just a few minutes ago, while I was tending to the heating of the bedtime bottle. He's so darn cute, I could eat him! (In a figurative sense, of course.)

Jason holding a freshly-bathed Boy in Blue on his lap while playing on the computer.

(I mean the baby.)

I love you, my little Jabin-baby. I can't believe how big you are already. And how much closer you are to being a little mischief-maker, just like your big brothers!

Jude being cool…