Enjoying my breakfast with Jordan on Saturday…

Here’s what happens when a truck drives past our house during breakfast…

We went on a long buggy ride after breakfast. He lightened up about halfway through the ride, but when we started, he was pretty serious about it:

Even though we are a couple of miles away from Jordan’s Chicago cousins, we still make sure he knows who they are. In the last few days he has been saying Joey and Naiya and pointing to their pictures…

Here is Jordan wearing Daddy’s hat…

Photos from Jordan’s first day on our new swing set!

Swinging with cousin Jonah:

Here are a few photos from Jordan at school:

SNACK TIME!

First storm of the season, which included hail:

I just had to share this brilliant piece of writing by Tammy. A brief view into her days being Jordan’s Mom:

FOR THE LOVE OF TRASHTRUCKS
-Tamar Wax

Today is the day. THE day. The day when the once barely noticed trucks come by and dispense our bins of garbage. Before I had a son, this particular “event” took up absolutely no space in my mind. But now, it’s all I hear about… all week long. So today I was taking my son on a little walk through the neighborhood. I was aware in the back of my mind that it in fact was trash truck day, and that we had not yet seen the glorious trucks passing by our window in the morning . And as we are walking down the block, looking up at the sky for birds, airplanes, wheels, and other such things I never used to look for, all of a sudden I hear the faint sound of heavy machinery stop. And start. Stop. And start again. And all of a sudden, I am filled at the same time equally with excitement and fear, for it occurs to me that I cannot actually detect specifically where the trash truck is currently located. I continue up the block thinking that if I round the corner, the truck will be on the next block. But as I near the end of the street, I hear it on a different block. I turn another corner and as I quicken the pace, I find myself peering into other people’s bins to see if the trash has been collected. Yes, my fear is confirmed. All of a sudden I am running, something that I have not been motivated to do in years. But the fear of missing the sight of the beloved truck, and the stench that follows in its wake have motivated me like no other. Pushing the stroller, out of breath, full-on running, calling out “trash truck!” “trash truck!” it occurs to me right then and there that I am a crazy person. We finally find the truck, and I peer down to look at my son’s little face and in one combined look of awe, happiness, excitement, and wonder, I instantly remembered why I became the crazy person and in that very moment, nothing mattered more.

Here are a few photos from Jordan’s excursion to a nearby pumpkin patch:

And with his cousin Hayley who always showers Jordan with attention:

It took us all summer, but we finally bought a swing set for our backyard. We are so excited to have it installed tomorrow. Sometimes procrastination pays off, as we were able to get a pretty good deal. This isn’t it, but the smile on his face in the park swing here shows how excited he will be when he see the new one in our yard:

And here are a couple of pictures I forgot to post from our Jordan-less 40th birthday celebration in Santa Barbara a couple of weeks ago. We had such a nice relaxing time overlooking the ocean:

Every day Jordan learns a few new words. This last week “Shampoo” was his new favorite word. He says it with a really high (cute) voice. Also, he now regularly says thank you when we give him things he wants (milk, etc) without us asking him to say thank you. He says “Tay-too.” Also, for the first time, Jordan is giving hugs on his own. Seriously heart-melting.

And, we seem to finally be making some progress on walking:

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We enjoyed two outdoor dinners this weekend in the Camus’ and Sergeants’ Sukkahs. Jordan had a blast.

Here are a few photos of him in one of his new preppy outfits:

This kid is seriously the most polite 14-month old chewer you have ever seen. Always slowly, with his mouth closed…