James | Jenna's Everything Blog

These are the final pictures I have of Heidi and little James.

Big deal, you may be thinking, you can just take more pictures when you see him again.

But here’s the thing: I have no idea when I will see Baby James next–by that time, I may have to drop the word ‘Baby’ off his name.

They change so fast! Even if I see him in a mere 4 or 5 months, he will be crawling by then! Walking! Talking! Enrolling in his first undergraduate program!

Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating a little.

Plus, I don’t see how he ever stands a chance of walking on this little lump of a foot.

Or writing a college essay with this little appendage.

Here is his precious little face as he experienced a nightmare.

I have never seen anything so pitiful.

The impulse to gather the little guy to my bosom was overwhelming. Thankfully his mama took care of that so that I could continue to snap away with my camera.

It’s okay little guy! It was just a dream!

I wonder what babies even have nightmares about.

. . . and then I tried to manipulate the metal hand, but that stuffed pink bear was just out of reach, and I couldn’t manage to grab it with the claw! And then I realized the metal hand was my actual hand and that I have no motor control yet!

Or is it more like: and I sucked and sucked, but NO MILK CAME OUT!

We’ll probably never know.

Have a great weekend everyone!

So I’ve been saving the best for last.

This is a policy I have enacted since childhood, when I would eat the least agreeable items off my plate first, saving my favorite item for the grand finale.

That’s why, until I went to college, I ate the toppings and sauce off my pizza first, and finished by eating the slice of crust plain (i.e., unadulterated and perfect).

Of course, sometimes my policy resulted in never getting to ‘the best.’ A prime example of this was my languishing candy collection, which I saved for that perfect moment for so long that it went stale and was ultimately tossed in the garbage bin.

The only people who enjoyed the candy were two small thieves, a certain small Erica and small Heidi.

But let’s let bygones be bygones.

What I’m trying to tell you is that it’s time for the cream of the Baby James crop of pictures.

These are they. These are them. Them are these. Whatever.

After pictures of Baby James and every conceivable person except for his own mother, it’s time to share all these lovely pictures from the informal photo shoot we did on the futon.