8.25.2009

"Can I Go Outside"

Every morning at the crack of dawn, Jack asks to go outside to either 1. play golf, or 2. dig.

He could spend the entire day doing both of these things. Which would be great if I had a fence (or cell!) to contain him and I could work inside. Usually, he has his shoes on within 20 minutes of waking up. I manage to hold him off by having him do chores with me...which keeps him occupied and busy for about 1/2 hour. He stacks dishes, pulls/pushes the laundry and loads it, wraps up the vacuum cord, pushes furniture out of the way for me to vacuum.....anyone want to rent him for a few hours!?!

Here are a few shots of Jack with his beloved tractors/trucks. And of him helping me with the laundry. I love, love, love his chubby hands right now. They are so big, but so fat. Little paws.






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