Hello blogworld! This is Jack's war face covered in Newman-O cookie. This is the organic version of the Oreo. You can't hear it, but the war face includes a pre-game growl.
Blow kisses!
MWAH!
After the splash pad, we rolled around in some sand with Daddy. We have to get mister snakes, snails and puppy dog tails accustomed to dirt. Something he is not a fan of.
Success.
Baby belly is growing. I feel like this pregnancy is flying by. Even though I can't wait to meet and greet (and hug and kiss and hold and love) this newcomer, I feel like there's not enough time to cherish my special moments with Jack. I can't seem to shed the guilt of robbing him of his only-child glory too early, but I remind myself every day that he is gaining something great: a friend for life, a little accomplice, an ally against parental authority, a follower and someone to make his little skipper.
A weekly trip to Barnes and Noble for a bagel and a new book. First stop: Thomas's train set.
Daddy shows Jack how cool off-road trucks are. Oh boy, early obsession.
Jack and I lounged at Amma and PopPop's. Jack stole Amma's red popsicle and staked it his with his tongue. I got a few pictures before he threw it in the pool. Then he took and accidental nosedive in the jacuzzi. Fortunately, Uncle Jem and PopPop had him out of the tub and back on dry ground before he realized it had happened. Then, in hindsight, we all decided that we should wait a minute to see if he'll flip or save himself first, as he's been taught. Naturally, we move on queue as guardians. He says up, we lift him. He asks for a cookie and he gets it. He gets too close to the grill, socket, stove, pool, toilet (anything could be inserted here, really!) and we instinctively react.
And then he pooped. In his suit. And had to be hosed.
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