A call to arms... er, fingers!

I've been feeling a little homesick lately. I think it's mainly because my best friend, who happened to move into the ward I'm in a week before we did, is about to move out. We clicked so instantly, and became so close in such a short time, I'm certain we were meant to be in the same place at the same time. Because of this, I always kind of assumed we'd move out around the same time. Since I found out she's moving, I've really been itching to move back home.
Unfortunately, that's not always how it works.

This is what he does when I say "Say cheese!"

So, I'm asking for your help. Yes, YOU. You, my family and friends, who are reading this blog right now. As soon as you finish (or before, whatever), go and write a blog post. Let me know what's going on with you. Keep me in the loop. Pictures are an extra bonus, and will be rewarded with extra points. Yep, points. Points kind of like in Whose Line is it Anyway, where the rules are made up and the points don't matter. :)
Now I realize I can't ask this of you without doing it myself, so here's a blog post, complete with pictures!

We pulled the couch away from the window so he can play in the gap. He loves it. He doesn't love the dust on his finger in the top right picture.

Lately, Jeremy has been obsessed, and I mean OBSESSED, with anything that goes. Cars, planes, trains, boats, you name it. I've been amazed at how quickly his vocabulary has grown in that regard. He started with car, for anything that has wheels. Then he added bike, since we bike a lot. Next was boat, then, surprisingly, motorcycle. He doesn't say the whole word, just "cycle", but still, I think it's impressive! Next was choo choo, for train, then bus, and then truck, although that one is still hit or miss. I think it's amazing that a 1 and a half year old has 7 words for different forms of transportation. Maybe this bodes well for my dad, and he'll finally have one of his own grandchildren develop an interest in racing with him.

Playing with toy cars on top of my kitchen aid bowl

I wasn't sure if I was going to broadcast this, but I gave Jeremy a haircut last night. My dad HATES it when any of his kids cut their kids' hair, but it was getting pretty scraggly. I didn't want it to be too short though. The last time I cut it, I used the longest setting on the clippers, and it was WAY shorter than I wanted it to be. So this time, I was brave, and used scissors. My first ever hair cut not using clippers. I'm pretty pleased with how it turned out! And my dad didn't even notice (or at least didn't comment) from the picture I sent last night. I only sent the "After" picture from below.

Before and after. Much less shaggy now!

Jeremy has also been very interested in helping lately. He'll put his bib where it goes after dinner, he'll help bring plates and silverware to the kitchen from the table, and he loves throwing away garbage. He's pretty good at keeping it to things that are actually trash, but occasionally I'll find the bag for his toy blocks in there, or something else that isn't garbage. I try not to dissuade him from helping, though. It's adorable, at any rate :)

Helping rake up the leaves

 Thanks for reading! Now go write your own blog post, so I can feel more connected to my AZ roots!