In which I post Jim's monthly update in a timely fashion.

There's not a whole lot new to report for Jim's 16th month. He is rambunctious and silly and generally a jolly good lad. He runs EVERYWHERE. He's added 'around' to his list of signs, and he sometimes says 'uh uh' while shaking his head if he wants to be REALLY negative. His favorite thing in the world is being OUTSIDE and watching Youtube videos of kitty-cats.


Left: charming baby. Right: sleezy baby.


Finding Bear's nose.


Jim's a dancing fool.


Now THIS is a face I see a LOT the past month or so. It occurs whenever he is knowingly and gleefully behaving contrary to his elders' wishes.


Stubborn, stubborn baby. I guess we can call that the development of the month. Serious, heavy-duty mind of his own.

Fun with towels.

This is going to be a long one, folks. Here are the rest of the pictures from August. Almost caught up now...


Just a picture of his pretty blue eyes. Has absolutely nothing to do with the rest of this set.


Serious.


Derpy.


What in tarnation is under that towel?


Uh oh... I think it's... Could it be?


Victory for Jim!


So proud.


*dramatic music* But what is this?!


Who is this interloper?


And what the devil is he doing with that towel?


Whatever it is, Jim is having none of it.


Noah congratulates Jim on defeating the intruder.


Jim gives himself a well-earned round of applause.


And they both stare intrepidly into the sunset.

The End.

King of the Chickens.

Here you see the wild Jim in his natural habitat.


He digs carefully through the dirt and grass, searching for sustenance to last him the long hard winter until he goes inside for snacks.


Here he leads his hens in search of new foraging grounds.


Or possibly he's just going to turn on them and eat one of the hens instead.


Bonus picture: First egg we ever got. We're getting about 3 a day now, when we can find them.

It is HARD to take a picture of year-old kid.

Most pictures look about like so:


Whyyyyyy am I taking pictures? Don't I know Jim needs to be HELD?

Otherwise, the sequence goes as follows. This next one is why our once-a-month-with-the-bear shoots no longer last very long.


Jim is mad as hell, and he's not gonna take it any more.






Aaaand he's outa here.

Jim and Daddy.

Sorry about all the pic dumps and lack of written posts. I haven't posted anything really for months, so I'm trying to work through a backlog of pictures so you all don't miss anything.


Dressed the same - black shirt, camo shorts. Jim thinks this is GOOD (that's what his one-finger-up means - he's trying to do a thumbs up).


Noah has no patience for this foolishness.




Babies are great workout equipment.


Jim doesn't know what to make of his new-found height.


He actually can pull up a fair bit of his own weight. He makes the cutest little strenuous face sometimes.

And there, that is the end of July's pictures. On to August!

Jim was sick.

This was from back in July, but he looks so pitiful I have to show you. He had a fever of 103 all day, wouldn't eat or drink anything, and just wanted to cuddle and nurse and cuddle some more all day. Poor babby.


In bed with Dad.


It's harder than you think to nap with a space heater on your chest.


Yeah, I'm not wearing a shirt, but it's just easier when he wants to nurse all day. Don't judge, okay?

Fore?

This is what happens when Noah dresses Jim. He just marched in, said that Jim was going to dress like a golfer for the day, and demanded that the occasion be documented. So here.


Jim makes his grand entrance.


Looking like a dandy in his fancy hat.


Doing his intimidating golfer dance.




Looking charming, of course.


Hats are hiLARious.




Jealous of Bear's hat.


Sometimes accidents happen when Jim gets jealous.


Jim takes the spoils of victory.


Too bad he can't figure out how to put on his prize.