The Crawly Jumpy Bug

Dear Jacob,

Oh my little man! You are crawling and jumping (in your jumpy seat) and smiling and laughing and doing it all like a little pro! It's been a little longer since my last entry, so let's review. A few weeks ago your Nana and Terri came for a week long visit. A week before that, we went to Wichita for a 4 day visit. Both were memorable trips, but in between the two you learned to crawl. Oh it was great. You found a new skill and you began practicing it non-stop. So during the week Nana was here, your mom remembered that we borrowed a jumpy seat that hangs in a doorway and lets you practice your jumping skills. You took to it instantly, and now you can't go a single day w/o getting your jump on. It's crazy and I love watching you in it. It's like a trip to Six Flags for you. Along with your newfound skills have come some extra bumps, scrapes and bruises. I hate it when you fall, but I know that you're learning with each contusion the value of balance, weighing risks vs rewards and listening to your mommy and daddy. We have introduced a new word to you recently - "No". And you're starting to catch on to the meaning. Thankfully, you're still in the stage where that is something you respond too. :)
You're going through a clingy stage where you just want to be held. And I'm finding out that you want to be held a specific way - and I get to guess each time what way that is. Inevitably, I fall back on trickery to make you smile or laugh whenever you aren't too happy. Currently, the Ace up my sleeve is singing the alphabet song. Specifically, you grin whenever we get to the "W, X" part. It's funny because I have resorted to shrinking the song down to just those 2 letters now, and it still works. Ha! Anyhow, I'm loving being a dad...your dad.
Love, Denton