Duuuuuuude, you guys. We just signed up for our 7th consecutive semester of Little Gym, and I have to tell you, I am not as excited about it as I used to be. But don't tell this guy
because he stares in wonderment at the bubbles every week and pretty much has the best 45 minutes he can imagine
And seriously! Could he look any more like Ben? Cuh-razy. And pointing it out never gets old for me because I am so amazed at the complete inability of my genetic material to assert itself in any way during Jack's creation. WTF dominant traits? Where are you now? He doesn't even have my creepy, finger-sized second toe.
I really hope that santa brings me a new camera for Chrismukkah because ever since I dropped mine last week (really ever since I drove away with it on the trunk of my car) my camera has been taking blurry pictures and its purchase was, of course, the one time I didn't buy the freaking protection plan from Best Buy. Grrr.
But still. I don't need nothin fancy like focus or some crap to show you how much this guy likes the big! red! mat! and how intently he listens to Mr. Bob.
Look at those scarf trailin little zombies
His hair? On the top? It feels rough-- he's like a dog with an undercoat.