Dad's Week

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Today concluded Ken's first week "alone" with Jack, five straight days from 8ish in the morning to 6 or 7ish in the evening. (This was Ken's "week off.") Everyone surived - and Ken's mom came to town for the big assist - but we thought you'd like a day-by-day recap of how things went.

Day 1: "You don't think I can do this, do you honey?"

Day 2: "Honey! I can't do this!!"

Day 3: "OK, buddy, we can do this!"

Day 4: "How the hell does anyone do this?"

Day 5: "Congratulations, you're amazing. Now do I get credit for the three-and-a-half months I did this?"

Do Me A Solid

Jack's first foray into solid food territory left no doubt, he was ready for big boy fare at four and a half months. On his third spoonful, Jack attempts to take charge completely. Oatmeal hilarity ensues.

Laughter is the Best Laughter

With each day, Jack seems to spend a little more time smiling and laughing and, most days, we are treated to an all out crack up. This is one of the first times he really let loose - a few minutes after turning over for the first time on his own. This was shot in Maine using a Flipcam - of which he is generally very aware. (He also likes to stare knowingly into the baby monitor camera - spooky!)

Art School

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Jack had his pre-admissions interview with artist Rebekah Raye last week, visiting the Maine School of Fine Art's East Blue Hill campus (of which she is dean). Jack found a house and studio full of warmth and beautiful art, some of it Rebekah's, some of it by other greats, such as Leonard Baskin. Jack took a particular liking to these playful hares, aka, "Honey Bunnies." Thank you for the wonderful visit, Rebekah and Ken!

Fashion Bug

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Vacation is a time to showcase the wardrobe and Jack took full advantage, wowing fellow travelers and locals alike with a stunning array of accoutrements. As serious as Tom Ford (and some would say, sexier), here's Jack in three of our faves. Note the accessorizing with toys. ;)

East Blue Heaven ctd.

With the evening tide gently lapping up, and the wind building in whispers, mama held Jack close. He was startled from his afternoon nap by the beautiful brown pointer, Macy, who came bounding in from the rocks with a three-foot stick in her maw. Macy was wiry from her long days of exercise with no boundaries.

We enjoyed the cottage at the end of Bayfront Lane (near Curtis Cove?), inside and out, until the sun dipped down over the treeline on the opposite shore. Then we packed up and headed home to Acadia with Jack sleeping the whole way, through darkness under a new moon, 4.8 miles of construction lights along Route 3, and a stop for a hamburger in Northeast Harbor.

East Blue Heaven

Some say Blue Hill is where the action is at - the Co-op, Fish Net (best lobster rolls around), the galleries - but East Blue Hill is home to true artistry and tranquility. Here's Jack, happy as a Blue Hill Bay clam, making grass angels to prove it.