Picture Update!!!!

Look y'all, I can drive!!

Me with Mom and Dad!!

I'm a good eater!!!

Mom and Dad put me in jail after I made an earlier.

I have two teeth. I've had them since the beginning of April with no other appearances. Mom is glad about this since I am still nursing.

I can crawl pretty well.

I'm even getting pretty good at pulling up and standing for a minute while I hold on with one hand. (In case you can't read it: my shirt says I'm handsome like my daddy.
That's it for now folks. Mom has gotten more practice uploading pictures, so you should get regular updates now.

Blog Worthy

I promise to have pictures up by the end of tomorrow. In fact you all might be overloaded by pictures by the time I get them all on here (as long as my internet holds out.) However, I wanted to share with all of you an event that happened at our house a couple of weeks ago. For those of you who know my husband, you will really enjoy this story. If you don't know him that well, let me mention here that from about the middle of March till the middle of October (depending on the weather) he is in the fields at least 12 - 14 hours a day. Needless to say he doesn't get to spend a lot of quality family time, except for Sundays. Anyway, as little man started crawling his favorite new place to go was the t.v. stand. He, like the rest of his Dean cousins, is a button pusher. He also likes to open and close the cabinet doors (but usually ends up pinching his other hand.) Well anyway on with the story. I was in the kitchen one night, cooking or cleaning (you know a man works from dawn to dusk but a woman's work is never done.) Joseph was watching/ playing with Jonah in the living room. All of a sudden I hear, "Megan, come get him. He's in the t.v. stand." My thought is "you are supposed to be the one watching him." However, I had to go get Jonah when I heard the explanation. "I see him for less than an hour a day. I can't be the bad guy." He's just a big softy!!!!

Great Example!!

In the past conference for our church, their was a talk given on Saturday morning by a counselor in the Primary general presidency about becoming like a child. In the talk she mentions that we are given children so that we might learn more about our Heavenly Father and becoming like Him. - This is sad to admit but right now the only picture of Christ I have up in our house is a smalll postcard size picture. It is the picture of him in the red robe. Anyway, a week or so ago I had Jonah in my arms when I went to get something out of the fridge (why I had never had to do this before is beyond me.) Well, as I'm holding him, he starts to go wild; squealing, waving his arms, and then clapping his hands.(Like he does when he sees one of his grandmas or his daddy.) Then I realized that he was doing it towards the picture of Jesus. He was reaching out to him like he wanted to hold him. To me it was like he was saying; "I know this man. I know He loves me and cares for me!!" To me it was a great example of knowing who the Savior is and what he can mean in our lives. I hope that when I meet the Savior that I will have the same recognition/ response. Jonah still gets pretty excited when I hold him up by the refrigerator.

Nothing is Safe!!

About the middle of May, Jonah started crawling. He had been able to get up on his hands and knees and rock back and forth for about a week and a half before that. Now nothing in the house is safe. We are not totally baby proof (I don't know what to do with things like the cable box.) I can no longer pause the television while I go stir dinner or switch over the laundry because when I come back it is unpaused. When I pat the hand and say "no-no" I get my hand patted and a big smile. However, when I want him to crawl (I try to make him get exercise my crawling up the hallway after our diaper changes) he puts his head down and cries huge tears. Crawling was not enough for our little man. He said that it was for the "birds." Just a couple of days after he started crawling, he was trying to pull up on everything, especially the coffee table. Needless to say, he has had several bruises on his forehead from where he knocks it. This morning he whacked it pretty hard. I was sitting right there trying to keep him safe and was unsuccessful. He has a big bruise in his hairline. I tried to ice it because it started to turn a little purple and swell a little bit, but he didn't like the cold. After that it was time for our morning nap. It wasn't even 8 (we were up at quarter to six with our daddy) so I decided to go work in my garden for an hour or so while he napped. I took the monitor outside with me and turned the volume all the way up. I worked for a little over an hour then went in to check on Jonah. He was still sleeping though he was facing the opposite direction from what I had laid him down. I accidently hit his toy box with my foot, and he jumped but did not seem to wake up. I decided to take a quick shower to clean up. As I was turning off the shower about fifteen - twenty mins later, I hear him screaming, crying. I hurried and dried off. I went to open my bedroom door, so I could talk to him while I got dressed. HOWEVER, when I opened my door Jonah was crawling up the hallway looking for me. He was crying but settled as soon as I picked him up. Nothing in our house is safe, even our baby. Thank goodness he is resilient and make to take a few bumps and bruises. I guess it is time to lower the mattress in his crib.