
Just needed to offer some proof that Jack does try on his dad's clothes and underwear too. (It's just not as funny to post these pics.) He is just so eager to do whatever we do.

Tales of our crazy boy...


Thursday, Jack started pulling the cushions off the couch to play. I jumped in to help, so I could make his landing spot safe. However, he wasn't very patient and jumped off the couch, onto the cushions while I was doing this. (I was less than a foot away from him at the time.) He went face first into the edge of the couch. He immediately started screaming and crying. He normally doesn't cry when he gets hurt, but just keeps going, so this was alarming. I thought he hit his mouth, so I gave him some frozen fruit sorbet to calm him down. Eventually, he did. About 10 minutes later, his nose started bleeding...which he thought was very cool. He laughed and touched it and tried blowing more out of his nose...of the joys of a little boy. His nose was a little swollen and he cried when I touched it that night, so I worried it might be broken. On Friday a little bruise appeared. By Saturday, the bruise was even bigger. This picture doesn't do it justice, but it was the best I could do. I know it looks like Stuart is choking him, but it is hard to get a clear picture of Jack unless you hold him down these days. As I said, he doesn't stop moving and I have about 50 picture attempts to prove it.
He is just the best and although we miss our little baby, we love our fast growing little boy.

It's very important to check on Jack soon after he falls asleep, as you never know what you will find.
At least his blanket brings him comfort.










Jack found a stroller in the garage and loves playing with it. (I told you this boy doesn't need toys.) He is very creative at finding unique uses for various household items. I just wish he was a little more cautious with them. Yesterday, he fell halfway down a flight of stairs. It nearly gave me a heart attack; he was pretty shaken up too. It did not, however, stop him from going right back to the stairs to try again. Although I love this side of him, it makes me very nervous. Really, he's only 21 months old. What am I going to do when he is older and the risks get bigger?

Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry and narrow-mindedness. Many of our people need it sorely on these accounts.
-Mark Twain