My December Baby Turns 2

This kid loves getting sick around his birthday (I mean, so far). Last year, he puked for like a week. This time, it went a little something like this:

Day 1: puke for four hours, then immediately act normal and eat everything in sight.
Days 2-10: mysterious rash, sleepy
Day 11: fever and lethargy
Days 12-16: whines a lot. Asks to take naps

Luckily, by day 17 he was all good.

I have lots of pictures! So here is the past couple months in the life of Jameson, in no particular order.

Super cooperative for pictures, as always. The boy loves juice and demands it, along with "crackers in a bowl" pretty much constantly. I tell him to ask nicely, and he says, in a high pitched vioce, "say please, crackers! say please, juice!"

This is pretty much the only way I get a smiling picture of the Jamer. Laughing because he's running away.

Day 11 fever. I fixed him up a comfy spot on the couch, carefully covering the whole couch surface in case of puke, and he watched Cars in its entirety, three times.

The birthday party. This is pretty much what I saw the entire present opening time. The back of this excited boy's head, surrounded by equally excited cousins!

The cake! Jameson likes cars, a lot! And trucks! Every truck is a "big truck" to him, so I copied this concept from Pinterest and one of my aunts. It was a hit.

On December 3, we got tons of snow. Tons! He asked me to go outside, so I spent about 10 minutes getting him all geared up. As soon as I opened the door and the wind caught that sweet little face, he was too cold and wouldn't go out.

Watching airplanes! We took the boys on their first plan ride to visit my parents in Washington. Jameson was a holy terror on the plane, but was very sweet for this moment. Yes, he is wearing a toddler leash. Judge if you must; we really don't care.

J loves playing with any ball. He is pretty good about knowing the difference between a basketball, soccer ball and football, but every small ball, even Christmas tree ornaments, is a golf ball. Here he is with one of his "golf balls."

"Put on glasses?" "Dinosaur shirt?" 

See how well they tolerate each other? I love this one with their matching outfits!

Recent Jamerisms:

Upon flipping over his coloring page from nursery to reveal several pictures of the Savior, he exclaimed "there it is! Found Jesus!" Already saved at so young an age. ;)

Upon being offered soup for lunch, pointing to the stairs (I keep the soup in the basement storage room) saying, "go get soup. Go get it. Go ahead."

After waking up from a nap and finding the Christmas tree lit up, Jameson told me that the tree was handsome and that I did a good job.

After Mark performed in the ward Christmas Choir, Jameson yelled "good job!" into the after-song silence in church.

A couple times over the past week, he has burst out in song, singing the birthday song.

To him, every cake, muffin and pastry is birthday cake. And he wants "moy" of it.

Jameson loves to count, somewhat out of order, likes doing puzzles, likes big trucks, loves shooting hoops (encouraging himself with things like "almost" and "try again" when he misses), tickling Blake's toes, and telling me what color things are (almost always incorrectly).