So,
Jac Young called me up and yelled at me for not being more active with my blog. She said she checks it every day and she hasn't seen as many recent changes as she'd like. Apparently Ms. Young isn't as busy as the rest of us. Well, it's our first day on the road. I'm tired. I'm sore. I'm irritated, but ya know what? It's fine. She's just a fan of our son and who can really fault her for that. Here's the latest batch.
Jackson looking like I feel on the first leg of our pilgrimage back home.
Just getting a nice shot of that bald spot for posterity. 70 years from now he'll just be a wrinkly version of what we see here.
Jack
peekin' at somebody.
Tickle fight!
Jenn is of the opinion that this dress she's making him wear to bed is "cute" and not entirely
girly. Just because it has cookie monster on it doesn't give it any powers of masculinity. Who said that the cookie monster was even a "
he"? Because he's blue we're suppose to assume it's male? Now, Bert and Ernie, now there were some fine upstanding gentlemen. The long and the short of it is that it's too long to be a t-shirt, there are no legs for pants...it's a dress. Point me.
Lookin' a little glassy. If you can zoom in you can see a reflection in his eyes of me standing precariously above him on the bed. Not the best example-setter, but be honest, who didn't get that sick, worried feeling in their stomach when they heard I was going to be responsible for another living being?
Oh, and the dress has mittens! How nice for you!
Momma's boy. I was trying to get his attention, but I guess whistling and yelling, "Heeeeere Jack!" doesn't work on humans.
And this is how Jack says goodnight. Goodnight world!
Jackson looking like I feel on the first leg of our pilgrimage back home.
Just getting a nice shot of that bald spot for posterity. 70 years from now he'll just be a wrinkly version of what we see here.
Jack peekin' at somebody.
Tickle fight!
Jenn is of the opinion that this dress she's making him wear to bed is "cute" and not entirely girly. Just because it has cookie monster on it doesn't give it any powers of masculinity. Who said that the cookie monster was even a "he"? Because he's blue we're suppose to assume it's male? Now, Bert and Ernie, now there were some fine upstanding gentlemen. The long and the short of it is that it's too long to be a t-shirt, there are no legs for pants...it's a dress. Point me.
Lookin' a little glassy. If you can zoom in you can see a reflection in his eyes of me standing precariously above him on the bed. Not the best example-setter, but be honest, who didn't get that sick, worried feeling in their stomach when they heard I was going to be responsible for another living being?
Oh, and the dress has mittens! How nice for you! Momma's boy. I was trying to get his attention, but I guess whistling and yelling, "Heeeeere Jack!" doesn't work on humans.
And this is how Jack says goodnight. Goodnight world!
I was one of the 'sick, worried' people! Hahaha. I like the blog's facelift. Very nice. Thank you for updating Steve....and dedicating a paragraph to a Jack gripe fest!. =)
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