Jack spends most of his pretend-play time getting ready to go "Bye," as he says. He puts on his shoes, his sunglasses, his purse. Grabs his wallet, his camera, a couple of phones, and a plastic sheet of baseball cards. Gives Bebe a kiss, and he's off. Screaming "Bye" and sliding down the stairs on his tummy or shutting himself in his toy closet. He returns with a plate of play food and the instructions to, "Yummy! Now!" Before it's time to "Bye!" again.
He spent a while this morning clomping over to the mirror, trying to decide if he liked the pale pink pumps or the hot pink flats.
In the end, he went with the basket instead.
He helped me clean on Sunday by helpfully sweeping the carpet with a broom. He insisted on wearing Ben's racquetball sweatband because cleaning is sweaty work.
Harry and Jack are both in love with Jack's new McDonalds play set, and I am in love with the Hipstamatic app for my phone. How cool is this picture? I think I am going to frame a blow-up of it and hang it on my kitchen wall.