You can tell by the way I use my walk

Jonah loves to have his hands snuggled into tight spaces: the hollow in his carseat armrests, under his tummy when he sleeps, and in my armpits when he wants a cuddle (Ah, my special boy).

So yesterday we tried out the hands-in-pockets routine. He loved it. Wouldn't take them out. Luckily he didn't trip.

Stacked

Monday morning found me and Jonah in the kitchen accomplishing various duties--his was to empty our shelves of canned goods and scatter the cans around the linoleum floor. He then, for the first time ever, went the extra mile and started to neatly stack them into a miniature Tower of Babel. Ah my little heathen.

I guess it's time for building blocks.

He's a heartbreaker

We took 1-year photos a few months ago. Here is a small taste:

Man in the Moonboots

Monday Gma Core gave Jonah his winter boots (she got them on super-discount a little while ago). Tuesday, he brought them to me and grunted his desire to have them put on his feet. They didn't come off all day.