July 5, 2014
As of this week, Job has two new teeth, he’s crawling, and he’s pulling himself to standing every chance he gets!
He has a signature very high pitched cry that he uses when he wants something. He might be perfectly content, being held by Jonny. I walk into the room, he notices me, and SQUEAL!
He’s a very good natured baby, loved by all. He’s usually smiling.
Originally, I said no to calling him Joby. But that is what he is usually called, in addition to a funny combination of Job and Amadeus, Jobe-uh-deus. Every now and then Jonny calls him by his first name, Sebastian.
He was born weighing 10 lbs 5oz, my biggest baby ever by almost two pounds. While he’s a decent size now, rather tall maybe, he’s a little on the skinny side compared to my past baby boys. So small, we can carry him in a grocery bag.
I hear him fussing right now though. He does a lot of fussing in the mornings if I’m not the one holding him. I better go and get him!