Sunday, September 16, 2007

Some things Jesse might never do were he not the youngest of 5

Jesse's gestation and birth were troubled and dramatic, which adds to the passion of my love for him. His amazing red hair symbolizes to me how rare and precious a treasure he is.

The above is very helpful now that he's grown into a hellion.

Jesse is 17 months old and firmly convinced that he is one of the big kids. He's bound and determined to do whatever they do--or die trying. We struggle mightily to ensure the previous sentence remains only illustrative hyperbole and that he doesn't in reality climb the kitchen chair to the table to the highchair to the half-wall then swandive into the turtle tank...or some such madness.

Here's some documentation of Jesse's quest to integrate into the pack:

He spent an entire happy afternoon wearing Logan's school backpack, walking to the front door, and waving bye-bye. The only trouble came when the weight and bulk of the backpack tipped him over backward.

Here Jesse sits in a chair and reads the scriptures. He opens the book, holds it in front of his face, and solemnly declares, "blah, blah, blah." The kids think it's hilarious.

Here Jesse wears a superhero/Jedi cape while putting away his clean laundry.

And, of course, the joys of communal sibling bathing. Everyone always wants to bathe with the baby.


  1. Does he really put away his laundry? If so, I think I have a lot of work to do with not only Asher, but Naomi too. And, come to think of it, Richard too. I am definitely the only one who puts away laundry around here. Which may explain why the bulk of it is sitting at the end of my bed. Hmmmmmm. Something to think about.

  2. Also, the scriptures thing is ADORABLE. They are such good little copy cats at this age.