Jacob has recently become OBSESSED with Instagram. My apologies to anyone who is following him because the boy will BLOW up the feed with randomness. But mixed in will be some cuteness. This is his frenemy Alex, a.k.a. "Aleeeeeeeeexxxxxx," a.k.a. 'second son.' Long before we ever actually met Alex, he and Jacob knew each other from school. They quickly linked in on XBox. The headsets that one buys a young child (i.e. the non-$100 ones) don't always, shall we say, work, so many times throughout a gaming period one might hear their child trying desperately to get their friend's attention by yelling the name louder and louder and louder. And louder. Thus "Aleeeeeeeeeeeeexxxxxxx" came about. Also, we felt like we had a second son because of how often they played on XBox together, so that when we finally did meet him and said, "Aleeeeeeeeeexxxxxx," he said, "Hey second Mom and Dad." Obviously the feeling was mutual.
Anyway, I call them frenemies because the will argue like they hate each other, get threatened to have the visiting one sent home by which ever parent is subjected to said arguing, only to look at said parent like they have just suggested ending the world and scream, "NO!" In fact, Jacob just walked by and read the "frenemy" part, asked why, and then said, "oh, yea, ok" after I explained why I used that term.
Basically, they are the same person, and people with the exact same faults as your own always get on your nerves the most.
They took a selfie. Adorable.
Jacob talked me into pre-ordering a game for him because when you preorder it you get all this extra stuff, like cheat codes, extra weapon packs, and in this case, a poster. But the game doesn't come out till November, so it will be a Christmas present-much to Jacob's anguish.
He's pretty proud of the poster. Another classic Insta-moment.
Jacob got sick enough that I took him to the doctor recently. As you may or may not remember, his doctor is/was also his football coach last season. So we don't even call him Dr. Newman anymore. We still call him Coach. Which, I just realized, just might get on his nerves as he spent numerous years in medical school, and no years in coach school...hmmmm.
Anyway, the boy wore a Denver Broncos jersey to the appointment, which is what their team was. Adorableness.
These are from the Cranium Shaker ride in Florida that Jacob and Michael rode. The one that Jacob wanted OFF of. I didn't take any pictures during the actual ride, only video, probably bc I was scared out of my mind for my child and because my niece was on the verge of a stroke. Jacob was thoroughly disgusted with me (yes this is the same kid who is not shy about showing the same amount of disgust when I take a picture usually). So I was able to get a couple snapshots from the video.
My child was up there. That high. What.
Hallie went into SERIOUS nesting mode before Maverick was born. For most pregnant women this means cleaning out closets, getting the nursery ready, etc. Not Hallie. She painted 2 rooms, 2 hallways, and got Josh and Jon to build a deck.
The fruits of their labor. The guys were pretty proud of their work.
Just...cuteness.
*probably flooding Insta
"Mom, can I get some icecream?"
"Sure."
A few minutes later...
"What? There wasn't much left. Just trying to help you out Mom."
"How does this help me?"
"I didn't get a bowl dirty!"
Jacob has had to come to work with me a couple days so far this summer (more disgust). We are ridiculously short on managers right now, so Jon is having to work ridiculously too much. I've gone up there a few times to help with stuff. This day I needed to make a gigantic sign directing people to use the back driveway because Jon had fixed a hole in the parking lot with fresh asphalt. I went inside to grab some tape and came back out to this. I guess he thought he was still in Florida at Fudpuckers?? As I grabbed the marker out of his hand he said, "I still have to write 'rules'!"
Seriously. I woke up one morning to this.
Abby's graduation programs
I took Jacob and a friend, Michael, to Sky Zone one day. Lots of fun.
These are both Jacob.
Michael
That is Jacob's leg. Having some difficulty.
Michael
Jacob. Love these
More pics of Mav
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Jacob spent a night in the hospital once when he was 4 or 5 because of a bad asthma attack. A nurse found out how much he loved all things related to firetrucks and brought him that dalmatian Beanie Baby. Jacob named him Fluffy. Not Spot or Patch, but Fluffy. You know, because dalmatians are so...fluffy. Whatever. We have had it this whole time and he decided to give it to Maverick. Which I wasn't real thrilled with because I am such a sentimental nutcase, but it was so sweet of him.
This kid is going to look just like his daddy. Besides having what Hallie calls "monkey arms and legs" (because they are so long), his facial expressions are so similar to his daddy's.
The top right pic is mini-Josh...
...mini-Josh all over here.
Hallie hired a Doula. What is a doula you want to know? A doula is a person who basically is a cheerleader and a guide throughout delivery. At first I thought Hallie was crazy. But then she explained that they couldn't guarantee that Josh would be in town for the birth, and she sure didn't want her mom being the one in the delivery room. She couldn't ask anyone else because that would start a war with her mom. And there are these people who do this for a living. Anyway, the person Hallie hired, Brandy, was working with a service. After Maverick was born she decided to break out on her own and start her own service. Hallie had given her a little bracelet with the word "breathe" on it as a gift, and that is how the name of her new business was formed: Breathe Birth Services.
Jacob came to me in the middle of the night one night, woke me up, and asked if I would come into his room-he needed to talk to me. Lord. It turned out he had just had a great idea for a Father's Day gift. The two questions that any mom would want to know popped into my head:
1) Why are you still awake?
And
2) Did you give this much thought to my gift? (even though we all know the answer to that)
His idea was to get tickets to a Tn Titans football game. Which was a great idea of course. And the funny thing is that Jon has been talking about taking Jacob to one for a couple years now, but getting Jon to plan anything is difficult because of work. What does work, however, is if I just TELL him, "you need off this day."
So the NEXT MORNING at a normal hour, we bought the tickets.
**frustrating back story: Our ticket master account (which is where you have to buy the tickets) is linked to Jon's email account. But he is HORRIBLE about checking his email. In fact, he gets in trouble at work all the time because they will send out an important email that all the managers are required to respond to in a timely manner, and he doesn't because he doesn't see it. Furthermore, I have used his email account to sign up for coupons, deals, etc so he is constantly getting junk email he doesn't care about/bother opening. So while I knew the confirmation for the tickets would go to his account, I knew I would be able to log on really quickly, forward it to mine, and then delete it. And I did. Like, right after the purchase was made.
Well. Guess who was Johnny on the Spot that day.
When he opened the gift that day, I could tell. But I don't think anyone else did. At least I know for sure Jacob couldn't and that was the most important. I asked him later if he knew and he confirmed it.
How? I wanted to know. "You NEVER look at your emails!"
He said he just happened to actually be checking it for work emails right at that time and a "confirmation of your purchase" one came through from ticketmaster. He opened it because he wanted to know "who was hacking into our account and buying tickets." Really?
video of him opening it. skip to 1:21 (don't know why I recorded everything else):
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