Actually, this is a rare photo of him. He hates having his pic taken. Usually the pics are more like this....

He's always been low maintenance. (Well, he's sorta going thru this high maintenance thing right now...we'll over look that.) But even as a baby...he didn't need much. Especially compared to his big bro! You know what they say, the squeaky wheel gets the grease...Poor Jacob.

He was born with a six pack and giant calf muscles. I don't have an explanation for this. Though I'll take full credit. He didn't seem to mind posing for this pic....

One thing you may not know (how would you...I've told you nothing) is that Jacob is a phenomenal artist! He draws amazing pictures AND he can use tiny scraps of paper to make  art. He made a boat and captain using a tiny post it note just this weekend. Like the one inch post its! Unfortunately, the boat sunk in a water droplet that condensated from my cup. He was so proud of that boat. I carried it around all day in my pj pocket. Then, tragedy struck.

He's a superb soccer player. Like killer! Power leg and all! Kaboosh! All the coaches want him.

He's full blooded monkey. If he could, he'd do his homework swinging in a tree or on his head. He's never still, yet during school, he manages to sit in his desk quietly. I'd venture to say, his teachers would be shocked to know he's this active at home. I'm thinking he lets it all out at home! hooo hooo haaaa haaa!

Ok. My guilt trip is sorta gone. Not really. I'll pretty much have one for most my life over this kid. He's too good to be true. And I love him to pieces. Oh yeah. One day I totally stood him up for lunch. He called me from school. "It's okay mom. I can just buy." losermom.