News from the Zoo...

Just some updates for everybody...

Quinn is enjoying his skiing lessons so far. Three down, seven more to go. He does find himself a bit bored as he waits for the others to finish their ‘moves’, but he is the only kid in Level E, while the others in his class are Level D. We're all anxious for him to progress to the next level, so he gets more experience and time on the hill with skiers of the same ‘caliber’ (okay, Joanne... he is only 5 years old!!!).

Hard to believe Jake is now 7 months old. 31 weeks tomorrow actually... I just read Quinn’s baby journal to see how the boys compare at this age, and Jake seems to be right on track with his big brother. Same size, same achievements. It’s amazing how similar they are, really. At this point, key differences are that Jake is much wigglier than Quinn ever was, and also still wetter – burping up after almost every ‘milking’, though we’re typically safe after solids. Speaking of solids, Jake has enjoyed just about every variety of vegetable and fruit available in baby food jars, and has graduated to meats, breads and most recently, tiny cubes of Cheddar. It’s nice to be able to spill a few Cheerios on his tray to keep him happy while we prepare supper. He’s mastered the pincer grasp, and uses his hands just as proficiently as Quinn did.

Jake is very curious. I might even say a bit more than Quinn, if that is possible. Jake will lean to peer around a corner or an object, and will hunt a specific toy out from the bottom of the basket if he hears its familiar sound. Once placed, Jake will sit on the floor for up to an hour without toppling over. He loves to dump his basket of toys and play with them all at the same time. Than either Quinn or I fill up the basket again, so TJ can lavish in the fun that is dumping.

The boys are amazing together. All of them. Jake beams when he sees Daddy come home, and giggles when Quinn bounces along with him while in the Jolly Jumper. I love my boys. Even though I am always tired, and usually frustrated at my inability to get anything done around here, I wouldn’t trade this for anything. Before I know it they will be grown up and out the door, and I’ll wish I had let the laundry sit just a little bit longer...