Golden Boy

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Photo 1, "So this is why Daddy's been acting like an insane eight-year old for two weeks."

Photo 2, "How much time is left? This lead does not look built to last."

Photo 3, "Shit, they actually tied it. Why is Daddy on the floor?"

Photo 4, "Overtime is brutal. Since when do we dump and chase four-on-four?"

"Photo 5, "That's good, right? I've never seen Daddy jump around like that."

Freestyle

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With kids, you look for the early signs. The ball skills at three months (presumably from dad), as reported and pictured right here on this blog. The clapping in rhythm at six months (definitely from mom). Then at ten months, he did this. We were at T.W. Perry, looking at door handles. Instead of looking at them, instead of just touching them, he climbed them. Freestyle. And he did it in seconds flat. (We have no idea.)

Bumpin' Up and Down

In my not-so-little Red Wagon. Daddy brought the wagon home and Mama built it. Mama has skills. Here's Jack checking out his pimped out ride, complete with saddle bag, sun/rain canopy (attached to the right-hand side of the wagon), and not one, but two cup holders. (The pillow is from the couch.) Jack has been riding around the house in high-style... We can't wait for the snow to melt!

Lord Stanley?

Jack wasted no time in lifting the "Puff Cup" high above his head this morning, apparently in celebration of Team Canada's 8-nuthin' opening skate against the Norwegians in Vancouver last night. Is he also foreshadowing something further down the road? Will he be hoisting Lord Stanley's Cup in 2035?

Gift for Comedy?

There is something vaguely Don Rickles about this routine. First, Jack makes like he's gonna get out of his chair (which he is any day now - he's been standing up in it lately). Second, he acts like he'll *never* get out of his chair ("Help!") (Also note mom's expression.) Finally, he lets on that he's been kidding the whole time. And, as if he understands the importance of a comedic accent, he is doing all this wearing no pants and dark socks.

No Man is an Island

But he can certainly have lunch on one. Yesterday, Jack christened the kitchen island as the first to eat there - even though we are a long way from being able to eat there ourselves.

Little Polar Bear

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Here's Jack, with ruddy cheeks and hat head, sporting his (our?) favorite polar bear t-shirt. Look closely, you can see all four teeth!