I don't think Jack is reading the blog, but he sure does like to prove me wrong. If I say something like "he likes food," he will instantly stop liking food, "he still only has eight teeth" will prompt the arrival of the molars (skipping over the canines which is very odd), and why on earth would you want to tempt fate by bragging that "he sleeps from 7 to 7 and only gets up once"? I think these three particular changes may all be inter-related. But I also think Jack has revised or modified just about everything I said about him in the last post, there seems to have been an explosion of development. Maybe it's because we've been really busy so haven't been paying close enough attention, but this weekend he seemed like a much, much older boy all of a sudden. Part of this may be due to the fact that Danny cut his hair, which he had been threatening to do for several weeks but never really got around to until one afternoon last week we noticed that somebody (we think the new nanny?) must have chopped the front a bit so it wasn't hanging in his eyes so much. That shamed Danny into doing the rest. It was a quick and dirty job, the only kind Jack would tolerate, and there are some parts that could use a little touching up, but all in all it was an excellent haircut for someone who had never given one before, let alone to a squirmy kid. Anyway, as went the baby locks, so went the baby. He looks like a big boy now. My baby is grown up. Or at least officially a toddler.
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I am a REALLY bad cinematographer. WOW! Who knew it could be so hard to keep head AND feet in the frame at the same time, all while not jiggling so bad you give your viewers vertigo?
I don't really have a smooth transition to the next part, which is yet another weekend in Tahoe and yet another snowshoe hike, the longest one we've taken with Jack yet. He is a trooper!
These are terrible photos because I took them with my phone instead of a real camera, but you get the idea. Actually, I'm not sure you get the idea of how steep this hillside was, or how thick and heavy the snow was. It was a workout, even on the way down (probably because that was the point at which Danny handed Jack over to me so he could trade snowshoes for snowboard). But it was warm and Jack was so cooperative and we went literally from out our backdoor, so there really isn't much I can complain about.
I love having this retreat. I love the snow, I love the pace of the weekends there, I love our friends and the excuse to sit up all night chatting because nobody has anywhere else they need to be. I especially love all the built-in childcare, all the ready and helping hands. This must be what it's like to live in a commune. Jack loves his honorary aunts and uncles.
And I think he's starting to get used to the snow, too.
3 comments:
That looks like hard work -- the snow shoeing. Jack IS a trooper -- it can't be that much fun getting bounced around while mom and dad negotiate the ruts/tracks in the trail and sitting for long periods of time when you would rather be running -- or walking -- on your own. Hooray for you for getting outdoors in the wonderful snow country.
Cute! Is it me, or is that boy walking six blocks in socks? Those must be some tough little feet! Well done buddy!
I've finally caught on to your blog (thanks to your mom!) and I love it !! Those are very cute fotos and I do recognize the stripy mittens! Love to Jack from Auntie Joanna
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