Georgia has a good friend named Jackson. She inherited him through what I call a third generation friendship. Jackson's Daddy and myself were friends growing up. Our mama's were friends prior to that. It is no surprise Jackson and Georgia get along so well...it is in their genes!
G and J like to hold hands.
And cheese it up for the camera.
Hugs are always a part of their play.
But their favorite thing to do is run on our couch!
Here are the Daddys.
It was New Years, so don't judge the number of wine bottles on the table!
There were sober drivers! Let's just say they weren't the mamas.
Georgia loves to help me with the laundry. Tonight she was helping me put the clothes from the washer to the dryer. I would hand her an item from the washer and she would put it in the dryer. What cracked me up tonight was that she had to smell and comment on each item before putting it in the dryer.
Deep sniff: "That's my blanket!...I miss it" Cheek on the blanket, rubbing the satin trim
Deep sniff: "That's Quinny's sheet!"
Long deep sniff with her eyes closed: "That is a sock"
Deep sniff:"That is my pants"
Every once in awhile she would stick her head in the dryer and call "hello?!"
Needless to say, the laundry was not done quickly. :)
Our little man is 9 months old. Besides being the happiest baby in the world, he can do a ton of amazing things. He crawls like it is an Olympic sport and eats like he is at one of those buffets where you get your food for free if you each so many pounds of something. He plays peekaboo, claps his hands, feeds himself, and is learning to use a sippy cup. He says "Mama" and "Mum Mum" and can hum in tune. He loves music, wants to touch EVERYTHING, and is learning to pull himself up on things (or on top of him in some cases). He is a total flirt and when out alone with Daddy they get stopped in the store by strangers who tell them how cute they are. He also started sleeping through the night, for which mama and daddy are so appreciative. He recently learned how to scream at ear piercing decibels for which we are less appreciative but he is totally proud of. And the few times he gets mad, boy does he get mad! He loves his sister and wants to play with her all the time. She loves him too but definitely doesn't like it when he touches certain toys.
Hey! I'm 9 months old.
I'm also learning to protect my food from the slobbering dog that is always following me around.