There was paper sack in my pew when we all coincidentally entered church together. Jacob spied it right away. His little short body barely giving him enough height to poke his head into my sack.
"Ahhhh, oooo," his lips pursed in an O, "Whassit?"
LOL, it was a hatchet I'd commissioned my brother Gary to buy, so I could give it to Ian. See? I made 3 males happy, "Ah, oo" Whassit?!
Feb. 2022 - 2 years old
They've taught Jacob well. He came in, stopped at the shoe shelf and coat rack, and stuck his foot up at me, backwards, with a gibberish comment. I knew what he wanted, I took off that shoe and then the other as he raised it backwards to me, too. He still wasn't happy and kicked his foot up again. Of course, I had to take off the socks!
April 2022 - 2 years old
After church while parents visited, (there's a passel of kids under 6 y.o. at church) one of the little kids evidently pretended to be a monster. Jacob kept running up to me, "Monser, monser!" He'd back up to my knees and I'd wrap my off-white spring coat around him to protect him. Time after time, I played along, "Here, Jacob, I'll save you." ROFL
Oct. 2022 - 3 years old
Oh, oh, oh, I stepped into the kitchen to see Jacob have both blades of scissors stuck in an electrical outlet!!!! OH MY LANDS! That was one.
That boy Jacob laid down 2 x 6's as ramps to walk on. They went from the deck to the dirt. He's going to give his Dad a run for his money, because when he stepped on them the other end raised up in the air. I could see from my vantage point in the family room. I wasn't sure how Jacob was going to react to that! There could've been damage involved, sheesh, but he did fine. That was two.
Within minutes, he rolled my small wagon wheel up to the house, laid it on its side, then stepped through the spokes like it was an obstacle course. That was three.
Mercy! And, he's barely 3!
Jan. 2023 - 3 years old
"Give grandpa hugs and kisses. We have to go bye, Jacob," Clinton, his dad, said.
Jacob, arms straight down, looking straight ahead, declared,
"I did. I did,"
Immediately, he turned away and ran straight to me. Ah, hugs, baby smooches, grandma kisses, and squeezes. "Good bye, love you Jacob."
"Now, Jacob, hug and kiss grandpa....." re-said Clint.
"I did already," humph. In high-pitched little child voice he turned to grandpa and stated loudly,
"You got kisses last night."
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