Jake loves music. Drums, guitars, pianos...the other night after I tucked him in he said, "Wait, Mama." When I asked him why, he answered, "My guitar. On the wall. Rock and roll!" Rock on, little one.
He would play in the sandbox all day, every day if we let him.
He loves chips. A while ago we were at Target and he saw an end-cap display of Tostitos. The next thing I know he walks up to the shelf, hugs a bag, stares at it lovingly, then plants a kiss right on the front. I could have died laughing.
Jake is not timid, and he has no reservations about letting his feelings be known. It doesn't matter if everyone at church or the crowds at Target are watching, he will scream bloody murder if he feels an injustice has been done (ie: He has to share the chocolate milk with Haley).
Despite his fierce side, he's also a cuddler. He loves to pretend to be a kitten and snuggle up with me, meowing. It's very endearing.
Jake has always been a morning person. He goes from sound asleep to wide awake in about 30 seconds. He sits up, says "Wake up, Dad! Cheerios!", and literally hops on both feet all the way to the kitchen. There's no turning him back, even if it's 5:30 a.m.
Old McDonald has always been one of Jake's favorite songs. When he was tiny I would sing that to him instead of lullabies. He seemed to prefer the faster beat, and we'd all sing it together to calm him in the car. We often run out of the standard farm animals and have to extend to tractors, bees, giraffes, tigers, elephants and other exotics. You try making giraffe sounds...
Jake now tags: Brooke Constantine, Anna Ward, Stephen Osmonson, and Payton Dye.