“So, we have two noses…” big gulp “Two nose holes so for to get the boogers out” Jacob is full of intense knowledge.

There are remnants of Halloween candy and Judah knows exactly where to look. After the first few trick or treaters the other night, Judah got the hang of dumping our basket on the floor and scavenging as much as he could before we stopped him. Eventually Josh and I took to hiding the basket under the couch or in a cabinet. Each time the doorbell rang, we flew around trying to figure out who hid the basket from Judah last and more than a few trick or treaters were greeted with “Oh hi! I love your costume…hold on, we have candy, we just have to find it.”

And I ask you…what is more adorable than baby fingers on a trackpad? Jacob is slightly unnerving with his knowledge of boogers, but even more so with his ability to manage a google image search for “cars”. The kid will sit for hours (not literally) clicking on images of cars and exclaiming “This is the one I was searching for!” on every. single. one.

We’re not sure where it came from, but Judah’s busted out this Frankenstein walk and it comes out of nowhere and honestly, combined with all his other socially unacceptable habits, it leaves no room for pretense. He’s making his mark, his stance against all socially appropriate behaviors if you will.  I’m only kidding, he doesn’t really know, but Josh and I can’t stop laughing when he stiffens his leg and arm and swings them off-kilter. He’s pretty much hilarious.

{waiting on daddy}

{now that’s a welcome home after a long day at work}

Little known fact, my mom allowed me to shave my legs around the time I entered my teens. She held her ground though and I was only allowed to shave up to my knees, thus to insure proper shorts length all summer long I’m guessing. This girl’s legs were half shaved and coolot covered. Mama didn’t raise no hussy.

I bring this up because I recently saw my blog stats show that people who searched for “girl with hairy legs” landed here. I guess if google is shoving people here under those pretenses, I should honor it. No shaving gets added next to almost never folding laundry. I’ll let you know how my marriage fares; it might be a deal breaker.