booby trap

apparently, this is supposed to stop "bad guys" from coming into our house. while i was working hard, as i do, on my computer, jack was working hard, at what he does...  making booby traps. 

when i came upstairs and looked out our kitchen window, this is what i found. some q-tips, some left over milk from the breakfast cereal, some left over cereal, and of course, a whole banana smooshed on the driveway. i guess a bad guy is going to slip and fall and never be able to recover to crawl up through our window. 

who needs a security system when you have jack's booby traps to keep you safe.

waiting

friday afternoon. 

4:05 pm. 

waiting for dad to get home.

ready for the weekend.

cheeks

   me: hey jack, you have really big cheeks, you know that?

jack: is it because i'm growing so much?

me: no. you just have really big cheeks.

jack: ohhhh. it's because they are almost five year old cheeks.

you know you have big cheeks when you smile

 and you can no longer see out of your eyes

because your cheeks are in the way.

6 months old and counting

a half a year has come and gone.

all we are left with is one sweet little monkey girl.

eden bear...

                                                   6 months old and 2 days.

his creative side

jack's version of mike kwazowski from, none else, but the great monster's inc.

all he is missing is a mouth, some legs, some arms, and a round body. not too bad, heh.

lake powell

seashell hunting.

playing in the water.

building sandcastles.

beach strolling.

playing in the sand.

chewing on hands.

(still no teeth.)

dangling rope.

eating ice cream.

feeding the carp.

jet skiing.

rolling down the hills.

eating, tubing, playing games, cliff jumping, waterskiing, hiking, raining, eating, swimming,

boating, laughing, wake boarding, fishing, eating....

and roasting marshmallows.

(which involves eating.)

three's a crowd

just ask eden.

(i think her eyes are screaming, "help me!")