The many faces of Jake

People tell me Jake is so full of expression with all the faces he makes. I don't really know any different since he's my only child...but he sure does go through a wide range of expressions in any given day. Here's some of them:

This is his latest expression...he will just randomly look at you and scowl. He's not really upset, he'll laugh right after doing it. He just keeps working on perfecting the scowl for when he really needs it I guess.

Being silly

"Huh?" He says "huh?" to almost everything we say to him.

Jake when he's not happy

Jake happy and laughing This is the face he makes when you say, "Jake can you smile?"
Silly yelling and playing
Zoning when he's tired...or maybe just completely utterly bored
This his pucker up for a kiss faceThis is contentment...he's got his favorite things: his banky, something small to hold in his hands (in this case it's the lens cap to the camera...but it can be anything like chapstick or one of my rubber stamps), and he's sitting on his couch
"Deer caught in the headlights" look I get most times when I try to take a picture of him...but still cute
Very happy

My favorite look (I need to get a better picture capturing this look)...it's the "I don't understand what just happened/betrayal/I think that hurt" look. He does this look when he trips and falls, if I take something from him, if I accidentally bump him in any way, or if something sort of slightly hurt him. It's so funny to me.

Men!!!

Tonight I seriously thought I must be living in a sitcom with my husband. I can't even begin to understand what was going on in his head with this. Here is what happened:

I'd been cleaning the house in the evening. I had rented a chick flick, Nights in Rodanthe, and was looking forward to sitting down and watching it. It was about 9:00. Marc said he'd watch it with me and I wanted to start watching it before it got too late. I went in the kitchen looking for some dessert item to eat. Marc saw me open the freezer. Here are direct quotes from our conversation:

Marc: Are you looking for ice cream?
Me: Yeah, but we don't have any except for chocolate (which I don't care for).
Marc: Why don't you go to the store and get some?
Me: No, its ok. I'll eat something else. I don't want to go to the store right now.
Marc: (Trying to coax me) Babe, you know you want ice cream right now.
Me: No I really don't care. I'll eat something else. I just want to sit down and watch the movie.
Marc: (He got up and grabbed a coupon). Look, you can even use the rewards money from
Ralphs. You'll be getting it for free. You know you want to go get it.
Me: I really don't care about ice cream. I'm tired, I just want to sit down.
Marc: Cmon babe...just go. You know you want it.
Me: It sounds like you really want it. We have chocolate ice cream. Why don't you just have that?
Marc: You can't just have chocolate by itself...you have to have chocolate with another flavor. Cmon babe, just go to the store real fast and get some.
Me: I seriously don't feel like going. (about a 2 minute pause with him making pleading eyes at
me) Ok, I will go to the store for you. I wouldn't be going if it were just for me. But I'll go for
you.

So I went to the store since he made such a big deal about it and obviously was really wanting some ice cream and just trying to act like I really wanted it too. He really wanted Peanut Butter Madness and so I got that and another flavor. By the time I got back home it was an hour later (because of course you end up doing other shopping even though I was only going for ice cream). I dished myself some ice cream and went and sat down and put the movie in. Suddenly, I smelled toast being made and he comes in the room and sits down with 2 pieces of toast. Here is the dialogue continued:

Me: (Very confused) Why are you eating toast? You're going to have ice cream right?
Marc: (As if absolutely nothing weird is going on) No
Me: (Completely speechless with my jaw hanging open)
Marc: (Genuinely wondering what is wrong with me) What?
Me: (Still completely speechless with my jaw hanging open)
Marc: (nervous laughter cuz he's starting to catch on he might be doing something that is upsetting me)
Me: I'm in complete shock right now. You've got to be kidding me.
Marc: (Still looking genuinely confused) Are you upset?
Me: I don't even know what to say to you. How after all of that, is it that you aren't eating ice cream? I went to the store for you.
Marc: You did? I thought you wanted it.

Ok, seriously, were we even having the same conversation? Are we on completely different planets?? This went on for another 10 minutes before I finally said I didn't care how full he was from the toast...he is eating ice cream. I went and got him some and made him eat it. And then he looked at the clock and goes, "Isn't it a little late to be starting the movie?"