Day 11: It’s Getting a Little Harder

It’s a little more challenging to think of something to say everyday…so instead of writing legitimate content, how about I show you some crappy photos of how Jack and I spent our day?

Okay then, exhibit A:

I call this ‘attacking the dog with LOVE’

Jack probably tackles Remington at least 50 times a day. No, I am not exaggerating. He really really loves the dog. Rem is learning to tolerate.

Exhibit B: climbing in and out of stuff

I pulled the slip covers off the couch and ottoman this afternoon to wash them and Jack thought that was AWESOME! He climbed on and off the couch and in and out of the ottoman for probably an hour. Yelling. The whole time. (At least it was happy yelling. Happy yelling is actually pretty cute).

And when the day is winding down, and you’re too tired to climb anymore, sometimes you just get into a giggle fit:

And then ride your scooter your great-grandparents gave you for your birthday!

(yes, I know how scraggly his hair is getting; yes, I know it’s looking a bit mullet-esque, but I’m not ready to part with those curls…)