Jude, Jude, Jude…

Jude has been changing like crazy (as all little guys do, I suppose). He’s sprouted three teeth in the last couple of weeks, poor guy, and is just about to start walking. We keep thinking it’ll be any day now. He did take a step a couple of times when Grandma Sharon was here. Lucky lady, right? We had such a nice visit with her on Thursday. So far, she’s the only one we can leave Jude with and he doesn’t cry. Jude is also starting to make the same sounds as us, repeating every so often our last words (in consonants, anyway). Lately, he’s been a singin’ fool. Music comes on, Jude starts to sing. It’s great.

And the little bun in the oven is also really active. Sometimes, like yesterday morning at 4am, I thought he just might kick his way out of my belly. Will our next baby come out running? From the way he moves and shakes, I’d have to say yes, because he moves SO much. We’re still working on coming up with a name for the little guy. It’s funny. We knew Jude’s name the day we found out we were having a boy. Kind of hoped it would be the same with our second. No such luck. We’re working on it.

More good news? It’s snowing in Issaquah! I’m hoping to wake up to everything blanketed in lovely white. I have plenty of sewing to do tomorrow; I really wouldn’t mind if we stayed home all day. Especially after all of the running around today. We went to the nearest Walmart to pick up something I had ordered online and it took an hour to park, pick it up at the back of the store, and checkout. Craziness. I think I’ll stick to making gifts and keep away from the madness in the stores (if possible). 

Hope all of you reading are looking forward (and are able) to being with family over the holidays. I can hardly wait. Merry Christmas!