Jack is walking so well now! (The huge goose egg he got today from a cement planter in our driveway would say otherwise.) He's got some Nikes that are serving him well. Still a little unsteady when he's wearing his sneakers, but he's improving by the day. Sometimes he'll even do a power walk, you know, where it's not quite a jog. Jack is currently saying: "uh-oh", dog, doggie, cookie, please (although not in context), dada, mama, and cup. He's so much fun right now!
This past weekend, Jack and I took a trip to Greensboro. My parents kept Jack while I traveled to Winston Salem for a girl's weekend with some of my college roommates. The trip was very fun and relaxing. I managed to see most of my family in a few short days which made for a busy time. Jack traveled fairly well this time. On the way, we didn't stop at all. We blitzed it through each town and made it in 5 hours. That's a record for Jack and my bladder.
John stayed back to work. He and Scout manned the house. When I returned home, the frozen pizza stash had diminished by a sizeable amount, and the house smelled a bit like loneliness. It was good to come home and rescue them both.
Here's a photo shoot of what Jack has recently been doing:
Jack didn't seem to notice that he was a good 2 feet shorter than all of the other children playing. Nor did he seem to care that he was only wearing socks that ended up grass stained and soaked. It was our first of many million grass stains for sure. If the first haircut didn't confirm it, Jack is now a real boy. He's had grass stains!
This was just a cute picture of Jack at Sippin' Cow Cafe on the Reed/Ussery Women/Children's Luncheon that's held every Tuesday. Aren't his cheeks cute? It's like you could draw circles around them, they're so chunky!
This is Jack after a good nap. Meaning one where he doesn't wake up screaming. John and I can't figure out why, but Jack wakes up from most of his naps screaming bloody murder. Not a 'get me out, I'm bored' cry, but a "GET ME OUT BEFORE I CLAW THIS CRIB TO PIECES!!!!" cry. Any advice/tips on that one would be appreciated.
This picture was taken the day after UNC was brutally defeated by clemson. After this quick lesson here in our driveway, John and I agreed that he had enough talent to actually play for the Tarheels this year. We're certain of it. Oh, heck, GO TARHEELS!!!! You're still our #1 team! FOREVER!!!
This isn't Jack's best side, but this particular night, it was his funny side. We went to eat with the Alberts at Crazy Crab, and they conveniently have a playground at the restaurant. After dinner, Jack and Neely played while we were all talking. I noticed a little too late where Jack was throwing all of the sand. He was putting handful after handful of sand down the back of his shirt. It wasn't the beach sand that you can brush off. It was more of the dirt/sand that leaves a nice dusty, orange film on your body after trying to brush it off. We've discovered boys and dirt just go together.
Hope you're all doing well!
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