Kick, Bounce, Yell, Wail, Roll, Barf, Smile, Repeat

Jay is 3 months old!!!! What he's been up to lately:

1. He loves kicking and bouncing in his bouncy chair

2. Growing lung capacity: recently he has started yelling just to make noise

3. He has been having major cranky crying spurts-- probably because he does not like to nap for longer than 30 minutes at a time, so he gets pretty exhausted and wails. The only sure-fire way to calm him if NOTHING else works is we put him in his car seat and either rock it on the floor or put it on the stroller and go for a walk.

4. Sometimes I think he may know his name. He often looks over when we say Jay. When he's crying and I say Joseph instead of Jay, he sometimes pauses-- like he knows when he hears his full name I mean BUSINESS

5. Alisha Hillam wrote on her blog that she's still wondering why Heavenly Father thinks she's mature enough to have kids (that cracked me up)... wellllll maybe kids are more fun when you're immature. Example: Jeff and I STILL can't help laughing whenever Jay does his noisy bubbly toots!! Lately he has been producing some seriously stinky stenches! (It's rather hard to be reverent in church when there's a little motor-butt sitting on your lap...)

6. All week Jay has been rolling from side to side and wriggling all OVER the place. Last night, he finally accomplished his goal: he rolled over onto his tummy! His victory was marred by the fact that right when he landed on his stomach, he did an icky chunky barf, and then did a face plant right into the barf...

Mr. Happy Pants. I think he looks like Baby Shaina in this picture (although I sincerely hope I never wore red...)

Sometimes when he's ultra tired and fussy, he falls asleep mid-writhe

Church was exhausting, and Jay didn't even have to sit through singing time in Primary with me while they sang "I am a Builder" and "The Family is of God" OVER and OVER. Talk about complex, high songs-- I still don't quite know the words after all that...

Jay's first roll: yes, that sharp wall corner was making me nervous, so I couldn't take the time to check if the picture was in focus. And it turned out blurry.

This one is blurry because I was in a hurry again-- I felt bad for taking a picture of the nasty barf Jay face planted in when he rolled over, instead of cleaning it off right away

Here's a sad boy wearing an appropriate shirt (courtesy of the "Hong Kong Hillams")