1/2 A Year

Jack recently celebrated 6 months of life. I've started what I hope to be a wonderful trend by coming home late after work because I was distracted by a beer. Jack had his revenge, though. Using his Herculean might, he pummelled me in the throat repeatedly with his soother. I didn't find it soothing.

As usual, I need to dash out and my blog suffers from lack of attention. I'll just quickly say that Jack is doing great, his jolly jumping skills are Air Jordanesque, and he's one of the happiest people ever to sit on my lap.

And now, more pictures.

The new Buddha? Perhaps...

Jack's personal trainer has told us he needs to work on his upper body strength. This means more tummy time, which he once hated but now tolerates.

Fun with foreshortening

What a difference six months makes.