Jack is on the road again. We left Calgary on Friday and you were an awesome little roadie. You slept for an hour and a half, ate a bottle and then only moaned for ten minutes before settling down for some serious thumb sucking and blue bear time. Before you knew it we were in the Hat where you ferociously attacked the unbaby-proofed house of Grandma Beresh. I think you love it here because there is shiny stuff everywhere. However, your greatest find is a maraca from some Caribbean destination that Grandma bought for $0.50. It tastes great and is as big as your head. Good times. little man.
Anway, you've been close to an angel here filling the house with sounds of laughter and constant cabinet door bashing. You're going to be choked when we get home to those large, inaccessible pot drawers. I can't figure out why you are in such a good mood here but at home you follow your mother around moaning at her. Is this part of a long-term plan to get her to buy you your first car? I strongly recommend changing your tactics as I don't think she'll buy you an air filter at the rate your going. Just back off her a bit and put a smile on your face while you wait for your morning bananas rolled in brown rice cereal. Yummmmmmmm.
As for things you did this weekend - we hit the mall for some Christmas shopping where you stopped everyone with your smile and fruit puffs crunching face. We went to church this morning where you were bombarded by people just wanting to stop and smile and you blessed them with your beautiful smile. There was a children's pagent and you sat for half an hour with just a little bit of monkey wrestling and baboon moaning. I thought we'd only make it five minutes in and I'd have to take you out of the gym.
Overall, it's been a nice weekend and I thank you for being you, smelly diaper and all - smelly maybe because you've been eating at a chicken breast a day since we arrived.
Love ya,
Pops
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