Little J-Race

When I came home from work last Thursday, I picked little J-Race up and realized that that little boy has put on some serious weight... he's getting so big and heavy! And with this sudden realization, I also realized I haven't put an update in here about the kids. So here I am.
Our little J-Racer is about 14 months now, and growing like a little weed! (Part of it, I'm sure, is from all the bread and crackers he eats. He won't eat much else.)
But in all honesty, I guess there's not a whole lot new about Jacer... he's still our smiley, happy, cuddly little boy. He's got more teeth, and is becoming more independent, though. He's still an absolute sweetheart, has more nicknames than I could name off, and loves to play with Kala's toys. He still blabs, but no new words. Actually, I think that "mama" now means "food". Hooray.... I have been replaced.

What has seemed to take a lot of importance in Jace's life (even more so) is his little white bear. I cannot express the adoration our little boy has for this bear. He cannot live without it! He sleeps with it, walks with it, plays with it, hugs it, kisses it, buries his face in it, and (my personal favorite) talks to it. His face lights up completely at just the sight of him - it's his best friend and for the most part, it doesn't leave his side. It's also the only way we can get him to go to sleep. I've noticed that in Jace getting older, his love for the bear has only increased, and that kind of surprises me. I guess I expected him to grow out of it the older he got. I'm sure I have a pic somewhere. Let's see. Ah yes, there it is....

Little Jacer is also becoming more adventurous. He's getting into more things than he should be, but he's very very sweet about it - it's fun to watch him. When he knows he's doing something wrong, he'll turn around and look at you with a big smile, hold up whatever he's got, and will give a look that says, "Here you go! I got this just for you!!" :) 

In older news, Jace moved up a class in daycare since he's a walkin'. This was a while ago, but I forgot to put it in here. One of my favorite memories of it was when we bought him shoes for the class (a requirement) and I put them on him the night before. He absolutely HATED them. He looked so cute with them on, but boy, did he hate them! He started crying and screaming... and it made him so mad that he couldn't walk well in them! My favorite was when he tried with all his might to kick them off... he was really not a fan! (He's fine with them now, of course...)
The jist of it all? My little boy's freakin' adorable!