Lack of updates!

Hi everyone who still tries to read updates here!

This is Mojo.....

I now have a Picasa site where more updated pictures (and more old ones) are being stored.

There is no "blogging" but you will get the gist of Jack's progress. Most people are interested in the photos anyway...

So for updated pictures go here:

http://www.picasaweb.google.com/marissasky

Jack Turns 2, Has First Bike Ride

Jack turned 2 recently, and he's not hiding it. He's been practising his fit pitching 3 times daily, and he's refining the art form. This isn't to say that he isn't still the sweetest, smiliest kid around, it's just that he's diversifying his personality.
For his second birthday, his mother and I bought him a TMNT van that he can sit upon and drive around. The first night he had it, he took 4 spills. I think the van was designed to scramble the brains of children. Below are some pictures.





Those pictures are from the happy times, before he fell backwards onto his noggin 4 times. What upset him the most, though, wasn't the cracking of skull on hardwood, but was when his father finally decided enough was enough and took the van away. That resulted in an hour of tears, screams and evil eyes.

His age has predictably seen a strong sense of materialism materialize in young Jack. He becomes very attached to things very quickly. All day today, for instance, he refused to put down his new Thomas The Train books. If you even looked at the books, he'd rebuke you with a terse, "Mine!". So his fingers cramped up. Ha ha!

Also this weekend, I bought a front loader bike seat to use to cart Jack around. He seems to enjoy the hell out of it. Below is video evidence (note the Thomas The Tank Engine books clutched in his hands).

Catching Up

First item of business: Jack is a Casanova. He's not yet 2, and he's already surpassed his old man's 'girls kissed' total. Some weeks ago, he had a play date with a young lady named Telia. Jack suavely put the moves on her (with some urging from his and Telia's moms), and the results were caught on camera.


Young love. It's a wonderful thing.

Everything is going well with Jack. His immune system seems to be handling day care better, so he's been cold-free for a good long stretch (knock on wood). His vocabulary is skyrocketing, including some things that may or may not be expletives. One of his favourite words, and activities, is hockey. He shocked me the the other day by demonstrating his knowledge of the game. We were in his room, hanging out, when he began to point at a ball and say, "Hockey! Hockey!" "No," I said, "that's a ball, Jack." He often refers to all sports as hockey, so I tried to correct him. To prove he knew what he was talking about, he grabbed a small toy rack from a beach play set and starting slap-shotting the ball around the house, yelling, "HOCKEY!" I thought this was fantastic. It near gave his mom (not the biggest hockey fan) a nervous breakdown.
We've also had the first 'Daddy Day' since I last posted. Every second sunday of the month, Jack and I hang out with some other father/child teams for the afternoon. This is not only fun for the Dads, but it scores points with the Moms. Win, win. Here are some pictures of the first Daddy Day.











Finally, here are a few more photos, mostly of Jacks first day at the tobogganing hill.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year - with poop.

Since Jack started daycare a few months ago, he's been collecting illnesses like trading cards and generously sharing each and every one with his old man. Yesterday and last night, he was enduring some bug that turned his feces into napalm. His poop was wet and burned his bum a bright crimson. He was not a happy cat, and reacted very defensively if you even looked like you were thinking about changing him. There was a tearful diaper operation at 3 something this morning that required both parents and heavy shackles. He seems to be somewhat better today. I look forward to experiencing the fiery crap volcano myself in the next few days.

Christmas and New Year's Eve are now history. This year, Jack seemed to understand more about the process of Christmas and get into it a bit more deeply. He'd cling to an unwrapped gift, and only yield it to the next present once it's wrapping started to come off. Then he'd join in the tearing and proclaim, "Whoooah..." at the next unveiled gift. He had a great day, and only became overstimulated around 7pm due to an almost complete lack of afternoon napping. I, on the other hand, was surly all day thanks to a 24 hour flu that had me attacking that toilet with multiple and varied weapons.

New Year's Eve, he spent his first night at Grandma and Opa's house. He stuck around for a bit of our party, but was taken away for his own good at around 7. It was tough to ring in the new year without him, but he's too young for one of our parties, and wouldn't've been able to catch a wink of sleep.

Now, pictures.

Quick Jack Notes

-He's frightened by certain commercials, for instance, the latest Ipod nano, that shaving ad with the crazy blue and orange laser beams smashing into each other, and the nicorette ad where the sexy lady turns into a little troll.
-He was originally frightened by my luchador mask, but now prefers it to my regular face.
-The cat hissed at him today. He hissed back.
-He likes bananas except when he hates bananas.

Jack Pumpkin Patch Special 06

Too tired to type. Picture = 100 words.