You Don't Know Jack

"What? You think you know me?

There is not nearly enough stories about Jack on here lately
and we need to fix that! Here's an update on our growing boy.

At just two, Jack is the strong silent type. Unlike sister Zoe who was speaking in paragraphs by 18 months, Jack is still a boy of few words. But the words are steadily increasing so there isn't any worry. Some of his latest words include "wow" and "sticky" and "kitty" and "meow" - he even says "I love you" and "thank you" however it is all in Jackanese and those unfamiliar with the language might not get it all. Of all of us, Mimi is the most fluent in Jackanese and often translates.

He is a truly darling boy, easy going and charming. He eats everything we give him, sleeps from eight to eight and takes a three hour nap. But he does not like being told "No!" and often has a fit when he is. It is unfortunate that our cat is named "Dash" which can often sound like "Jack." And sometimes when the cat is scratching the couch and we yell "Dash! NO!" Jack will stop whatever he is doing and burst into tears.


He is a total daredevil and loves to run on the couch or throw himself down a playground slide meant for much bigger kids - the girls were so much more tentative at this age. He is also really attracted to helmets, and likes to wear them around the backyard for no particular reason. I suppose an affinity for safety paired with no fear is a good combination for his future pursuits.

God help me if he chooses football as his sport of choice - I'm not sure I could survive that. Even at two he loves his football. If he's holding it in his hand and catches your eye, look out. He will soon yell "football!" and run at you, fully expecting you to grab him and tackle him and throw him to the carpet. He doesn't quite get the concept yet and thinks that tackling is the fun part.

He is all boy, almost as if he read the manual on how to be a boy. He loves dinosaurs, and playing with his fire engine with a fireman's hat on (cutest thing ever), he loves Batman and Elmo and Buzz Lightyear and zooming cars and anything that has a ball. When college basketball is on t.v. he will stop in his tracks, transfixed as if it were Batman singing with Elmo on Dinosaur Train.

In true boy fashion, he likes to figure things out, take toys apart and put them back together again, or at least have me put them back together again. There are some toys that are soon either going to "disappear" or be hot glue gunned together.


He is slowly but surely destroying all our stuff. There is marker on my couch, my walls, highlighter on my carpet, crayon under all the tables. Yes, I know, we need to lock up our art supplies, and we do, for the most part, but I have two forgetful little artists who are forever leaving their pens, uncapped and within reach. Perhaps we should have considered renting.


So far his sisters are "meh" - sure he likes them, he appreciates their dance parties and messing with their stuff, and it's certainly much more fun here with them around.
But it's his Daddy that hangs the moon, and he loves him above all others.

So, there you go, now you know a few things about our sweet Jack!