Happy Thanksgiving (and 9 month stats)

 A few shots from our recent Thanksgiving weekend!  We had Thanksgiving dinner at Lindsay and Blairs, visited the Austin Childrens Museum, and Greg and I were able to sneak in some Christmas shopping thanks to my parents!  Jake had his 9 month well check appointment and here are his latest stats... Weight-21.7 lbs (75th percentile) Height-30.5 inches (85th percentile).  We are slowly making the transition from pureed food to small food bits and pieces. He loves this new food so far. For breakfast he ate some toast, scrambled eggs and banana. (He is also going on a three hour nap right now-YES!) Jake is still doing the army crawl, but he loves to pull up to a standing position. Now if he could perfect his landing when he wants to get down, we will be all set! Olivia is keeping us on our toes...nothing new there. While driving past a carnival this weekend, she said, "Daddy I would like to go on the Ferris wheel." Greg told her that he didn't think that it was open and she quickly responded, "We better go check."  Last but not least, we set the forms on our new house!  We are so so excited to begin construction and our goal is to have the framing finished before Christmas...but we will see!

Double Trouble

A few quick pictures of the kiddos who are continuing to make us laugh on a daily basis.  Please note when browsing through the pictures how she is feeding Jake his bottle.  This is funny for two reasons.  First, he is fully capable of holding his own bottle, but she insisted on helping.  Second, he is quickly approching her size. 

Some "Olivia-isms" I had to share:

O:  "Mommy, I am a genius!"

O:  "Who wants to be a planet?"
Jen:  "I do!  What planet can I be?"
O:  "Mommy you can be Mars."  (places plastic ring on my head)
Jen:  "What planet can Daddy be?"
O:  "Daddy can be the moon!"  (Mommy and Daddy look at each other shocked).
Jen:  "There are other planets too ya know.  There is a planet called Pluto..."
Greg:  "Pluto isn't a planet anymore.  May I should be in charge of the science lessons."

O to Greg:  "There are the three rules.  First, we don't hit our friends.  Second, we don't run away from Miss Erin.  And what is the last rule Daddy?  We need to be good what?  (puts her hand up to her ear).  "Good listeners, that's right."