Mr. Wolf and his 9 whole months...

Hard to believe that James Wolf Popovich, aka, Jellybean (that's what we call him) turned 9 months old, already! This year seems to be flying by... our little man can almost crawl now, has 4 teeth, a whole lot of curiosity and EVEN MORE ENERGY. We have been trying to make everyday special, to make every day count, to live it as if today was all we had and getting better and better at it I am happy to say!

This photo shoot was technically the most difficult so far (Papavich, aka the prop. guy, was put to the test as James was constantly taking off his hat and grabbing at his lion-friend) but we still managed to get our shot.

Here is to 9 wondeful months Jellybean!

1/2 Republican, 1/2 Homie = 1 Mr. Baby

Who knew!!!! We sure didn't... didn't have a clue actually that our little boy is 1/2 Republican, 1/2 Homie, yo!

Pre-round/ debate stretch...

About to head out and hang with his b-dawgs (baby dawgs)

The park and the toupet

They say good things come to those who wait; James Wolf has waited his whole life to try the swings and boy oh boy can that little boy ever swing!

And a little push from Mamavich...



"Weee... up you go little wolf! Now isn't that fun?
Weeeeee!"



100% happiness! Pure bliss! (Well, kind of...)



"Uh oh! That does not look like a
100% happy face..."



"Oh, I'm sorry I let your toupet slip James!
I'm such a terrible mother!"

Cuddoodles!

James W. is turning out to be quite the little cuddle bug (cuddle wolf?)

I pout, you pout, we all pout!

I don't now about you. but this photo just makes me want to, well POUT!

Identi-pout!

Mornin' slide-around!

James has not ye figured out how to crawl, but boy oh boy can her ever slide, backward and in circles that is...

Cheese... and bananas, please!

James loves to eat more than he loves anything else in this world.

"Spare some cheese, sir?"

"Sucker!"

Oh yes, James loves to Jolly Jump almost as much as he loves cheese and bananas!

8 month old... hippie baby?

It's never too early to instill some good values and some common sense in the little guy... LIKE WEARING TYE DYE! I don't care what it's on, Adrian and I just love its bright, unpredictable swirls and psychedelic connotations. Furthermore, hippies were all about love and music and sharing... so on his 8 month old birthday, James Wolf had his first taste of the 60's (so to speak).

"I can't believe I'm already 8 years old."

8 months old silly-willie-hippie, not 8 years!
( yes, those are purple moccasins!)

L-O-V-E!

Jelly... jelly... jellybean (and some blocks)!

James Wolf used to LOVE playing with these blocks (they have tiny holes and them and when strung together, make a snake). Alas, now, he had tired of them... and how!

Pre-block playing back stretch

And the playing begins...

More playing...

Still more?

Club mama on the head... with a wet sock?

James and I had ourselves a little photo shoot one hot summer afternoon. Papavich took many, many photos of us in all kinds of different positions, looking right, looking left, smiling, not smiling, posing, not posing...

Aww....

How sweet...

James.... ummm? What's he up to? Is that a sock beside his knee?
A wet sock?

Oh my...

Ode to James' green hoodie...

Although this second-hand heather green hoodie is for 3-6 months, James is still wearing it and we just love it. I mean LOVE it! Fort an ode to our favorite hat (not much much too small), now an ode to our favorite sweater (soon to be departed). Bring out the Kleenex boxes ladies...

My hoodie is nowhere near as awesome as James'... no way!

Keeps his head warm...

Keeps his ears warm...

Makes him laugh!

Turning 30...

Not James... me! I turned 30 on April 19th and the very best part of that day was this cake that Adrian's mom made.

It's a family affair!

Our good friends Alexa and Sean from Vancouver came to Montreal to visit in April... with little Charlie!

"James, Charlie. Charlie, this is James. Nice to meet you..."



James falls in love with Alexa...



"What shampoo do you use? I love you!"



Delight... mixed with a little bit of confusion... and terror?

Good morning sunshine!

Papavich sometimes surprises us with morning shoots... like on this morning.

Breakfast in bed, Mr. Jellybean?

Let's go kangaroo-ing!

Although James is getting a little heavier everyday, since he was a tiny peanut, he has been kangaroo-ing around with us in the carrier. Now that he's a big boy, we seldom strap him on... except for today! Oh what joy!

Peanut!

James turns 7 months old... impossible!

7 months old

Nope. James Wolf really turned 7 months (a few months ago, o.k., I admit, I'm a little bit late with these update). We are still taking a photo of him, every month around the 22nd, on this chair, with his lion friend.

As always, the prop/hair guy (a.k.a. Papavich) was present at the shoot...

Aww... jellybean!

Ode to the blue hat.

A few days ago after trying to squeeze our favorite hat onto James' growing head, I realized that, just like the winter had come and finally gone, that the blue hat's days were numbered, and it made me feel sad... I was going to seriously miss that cap. So I grabbed James from his stroller and ran upstairs with him to snap some photos of his blue hat... our walk could wait a few minutes.

"Mama must be crazy... it's just a hat!"

Fun in NDG!

Our oven stove/broke, so while it was being repaired, we packed up our stuff, James Wolf and Boubou and headed out to Adrian's parents home in... NDG (10 minute drive from our place)! It might not be very far away, but it felt like being away on holiday. We had a lovely time and did all sorts of things like watch cable T.V., go for long, long, daily walks, feed squirrels, get the measles, grow some teeth in, have baths in tiny bathroom sinks, play with a yellow balloon...

Introducing a new addition to James' toy repertoire: the balloon!



The nightly bath in granpa's bathroom sink...