Jack Lehmann meet Jack Daniels

Some pictures from the first two days of our trip.

Here you see, my heir and Mr. Jack Daniels himself. The man was only 5 foot 2, so they put him on a pedestal. Thought I'd point that out just in case you were wondering. This was a historical tour I not only stayed awake for, but actually paid attention to. For instance, did you know that Mr. Daniels died because he kicked his safe out of anger? He forgot the combination to his office safe and kicked it, fracturing his toe, causing an infection that eventual saw his leg removed. By that point, it was too late. The infection had already moved into his body and was the eventual cause of his death. Ask me about the distilling process, I dare ya!


Here is our tour guide surrounded by tourists. I think his name was Clem or something southern-ey. I speak fluent coon ass, so I had to translate for some of yankees in the group.


This an old bottle of Jack. I don't know what all the words on it mean. All I see is a lonely, empty bottle. Point of fact: the one and only Jack Daniels distillery is in a dry county. So, if you ever visit, please keep in mind that there will not be any sampling.

Day 2. We had plans to visit two more distilleries, but we got up late (around 8:30) and decided to just get to where we were going, that being Lexington, Ky. Surprisingly, a pretty happening little place. They have some pretty cool clubs, restaurants and museums. I'll have to log this away for the next time Jenn asks me if there's anywhere I'd like to go for a long weekend.

Another bored moment in the hotel room. Jack seems to be enjoying his first real stint out in the world. Every time we feed him we have to reacquire his attention so we can continue to feed him, otherwise, he'll just stare out the window with the bottle's nipple hanging out of his mouth.

His eyes looked the bluest they've ever looked. He looked like baby Jesus...or Jenn Wadsworth's baby boy.

I'm not a big fan of "me"

I don't like pictures of myself. In fact, I don't like too many people who like pictures of themselves. It's just my thing...or it isn't...anyway...Jenn took a shot of me and then I had people asking me why she had it up on facebook and it wasn't on my site. Well, here it is.

This is a little thing Jenn cooked up. She knows I love my tuxedo apparel and decided to make Jackson one that he could wear home from the hospital. Pretty sweet.

And here's the bonus:


Awwwwww...Jack 'n Daddy...Who says we have nothing in common? We both like comfortable surfaces and watching really, REALLY bad TV. I know Jenn doesn't have this up yet, so...eat it.

3 a.m.

So I come down stairs and there's Jack, alone on the couch, drinking. He looked a little down so I asked him if he wanted to order a pizza. Pizza cures all things.

Jack said "Nope, I got my meal right here."

He grabbed the remote, turned on the TV and started watching Jersey Shore.

I told him that I thought that show was a little inappropriate for a person of his age group.

And that's when he started to get belligerent.


Eventually, he tired and passed out in front of the TV. Daddy 1 Jackson 0

THE END

Jenn-This is what I come downstairs to at 3am...Jack passed out, Steve "blogging"

Bored daddy with camera

So, I took dad's advice and am taking boatloads of pics. I leave the camera on the living room table, all setting optimized and wait for him to make a cute face. I never have to wait long. As you can probably tell, most of the pictures are going to have to do with a sleeping, feeding or pooping Jackson, but those seem to be his main interests right now.

I think he was getting burped, but it's hard to tell. He makes the stink face for just about everything.

Jackson and Mommy.

Almost a full smile. I wonder what he was dreaming of...

I wanted one of those generic pics you see with the baby's hand in an adult hand, but I like this one better.

This is the view I have at least 4 times a day.

Pretty cute.

Superman!

Between the two of us, we already know he's going to need glasses, so we thought we'd jump on it early.

Jackson in his Boppy. I hate baby nicknames for stuff, because I'm always getting them confused. We have a "Bumbo", "Boppy", and a "Ba-ba". How am I suppose to keep all that straight?

He has a thing for our ceiling fan. He'll sit there for hours just staring at it.

And there's the portrait. Very regal and important-looking. He looks very serious, but that might just be a full diaper.

Day 2 in the hospital

More pictures and another video. Should've had them up yesterday, but I was busy learning the intricacies of diaper changing. I think I got it down.


Mr. Casual. They tell us that these blotches on his body are natural and that they'll eventually go away. My blotches are a different story.


Vann Tran stopped by to teach Jack a new song. He brought a bunch of snacks for us (me), that we (I) really appreciate.

...And here it is, your moment of zen.

The Jack man cometh

Well, if you don't know by now you probably weren't meant to...or your phone's broke.

Here's Jenn, waiting for that merciful needle in her spine. This is the only sport where I'm very, very happy to play cheerleader.

There a whole lot more to this picture, but Coast Guard guidelines permanently etched in my brain and an unexpected sense of modesty helped me decide to crop this one down a bit. You're welcome Jack.
Jack and Mommy. She's finally getting a chance to sleep right now. Poor kid.

I hope he's got a great personality...that's all I got to say about that.

Finally a cute one. Looks a lot like his Momma there.

21.5 inches long.

They told me that they usually don't measure the head, but in our case, they couldn't resist.


Jack and Daddy. He's remarkably active, always looking around or kicking off his blanket. He's already holding his head up and the smart money says he'll be walking soon. Walking means talking and walking and talking means it's only a matter of time before Baby Jack goes for his first job interview.

And here's the video.