This is a picture of Jack watching the SuperBowl in Hi-Def.
I really don’t think it needs much of an explanation, but yes, that is his bottle of Budweiser.
This is a picture of Jack watching the SuperBowl in Hi-Def.
I really don’t think it needs much of an explanation, but yes, that is his bottle of Budweiser.
Maybe someday we’ll get sick of telling you how big Jack is, but considering how far we’ve come, I hope you’ll indulge us.
Today my son weighs 14 pounds 12 ounces.
And if I may direct your attention to the flickr photo on the right photo below: That little jumper – I believe it was worn by my little brother when he was 3 months old. Jack has long outgrown it.
More photos and perhaps the second chapter of space babies in space (tm pending), shortly.
That’s right. My boy likes to party.
Now I’ve been known to party til 4:30 AM, rockin’ it old school etc. etc.
But my boy? Oh he likes to get the party started at 4:30 AM.
Now the way his parents deal with said early morning parties differs. There is one parent who gets up and sort of looks at him, determines if the party involves a milk run, or just a nuk reinsertion and returns to sleep, allowing Jack to continue his party solo. However, if the OTHER parent gets up she (ahem) automatically assumes that all parties require copious amounts of warm milk and then brings the little bugger back to bed for little baby keg stands.
Once back in bed Jack continues to rock out, while his parents nod off… only to be awakened shortly thereafter by a tiny baby fist, waving in the air like he just don’t care.
This is the first installment of a gripping new reality TV show about babies in outer space.