Jonas

Is easily the yummiest boy on the planet. He's such a little copy-cat. If he gets his hands on a crayon, he immediately puts it to paper and scribbles. Hand him a spoon and he'll put it right in his mouth. He's mastered crawling into the firetruck and "driving" it - he loves honking the horns and running the siren. He's moving slower than the Twink did when it comes to crawling/standing/walking, but all these little things that took her so much longer he has a serious head start on. Because he watches her. Every second of every day. Yesterday he casually crawled by wearing one of her tiaras. When I asked had she put it on him the answer was "WHAT? WHYYYYYYYYY IS JONAS WEARING MY TIARA!", so I have to assume he found it and put it on himself. (He's very comfortable with his masculinity - if any boy could pull off a sparkly tiara with a picture of Ariel on it, it's him.)

His first word was "AY-NEE!", bellowed out when she dared to walk away from him. He now also says Dada and Mama, but most of the time still calls me "Bob" (???????) His favorite thing in the world (after his sister) is his stuffed tiger - he must have it to sleep. His favorite toys to play with are these cars that Aunty Suz sent (from the movie "Cars") that say stuff like "HEY! Watch the fenders! Ow!" etc etc. when you bang them around. He'll *pick it up, toss it to the floor to hear it yell, crawl over to it* repeat from * all over the house. (Julie and Tracey - you like that description? Hee.)

Last night he stood for the first time with absolutely no assistance. He got up on his knees and looked like he wanted to stand, so I put out my hands and he reached for them... then stood on his own without taking them. He looked as surprised as me. Then he took my hands and walked across the room to Joe, laughing all the way. Won't be long now. Sigh.