tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90635794624187540902012-02-16T16:49:08.902-08:00it's a baby's life for me!jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810619075395831672noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063579462418754090.post-68849720703498186492008-08-06T05:52:00.000-07:002008-08-06T06:05:56.112-07:00get ready for a classic jack picture. mom says i'm too cute for my own good whatever that means. she said make a big smile and i made the classic jack face.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVyo84KV3Rw/SJme5WGO8ZI/AAAAAAAAABE/RYoqof3uNlc/s1600-h/jack+sneeze.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jVyo84KV3Rw/SJme5WGO8ZI/AAAAAAAAABE/RYoqof3uNlc/s320/jack+sneeze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231387150188999058" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">whoops not that one. she caught me mid-sneeze.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVyo84KV3Rw/SJme5xRSbDI/AAAAAAAAABM/OBgfnF7DbHs/s1600-h/smile.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVyo84KV3Rw/SJme5xRSbDI/AAAAAAAAABM/OBgfnF7DbHs/s320/smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231387157483121714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">there we go. look how cute. if i do say so myself.<br /><br /></span></div>grandma has been hounding me to update my blog. geez, i'm only 5 months old grandma!! kenzie didn't even <span style="font-style: italic;">start</span> blogging until she was one! and i have noticed that she's only been doing pink saturday lately and not much else and i think its because she's so busy playing with her friends that she can't be bothered with the internet, but i'm just a baby what do i know?<br /><br />i know that i got weighed yesterday and they said 19 pounds 13 ounces and mom said what a chunk and blew rasberries on my cheek. and i've finally figured out how to get around a bit. i can spin on the floor and scoot. i just have to learn how to alternate my hands and knees and i'm all over mackenzie's little toys!! they just look so appetizing.<br /><br />my mohawk is pretty much gone now. i don't know what happened. i guess old age. even still, i have more hair than my dad.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063579462418754090-6884972070349818649?l=jackjournals.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810619075395831672noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063579462418754090.post-62242587496444361302008-06-23T08:11:00.000-07:002008-11-13T02:39:46.243-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVyo84KV3Rw/SF-9xI405SI/AAAAAAAAAA8/INQFFmZTB3o/s1600-h/jack+june+08+007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVyo84KV3Rw/SF-9xI405SI/AAAAAAAAAA8/INQFFmZTB3o/s320/jack+june+08+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215095545415394594" border="0" /></a><br />because i'm dangerously cute. and lookie lookie, my floof is back!! no more hat head for me!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063579462418754090-6224258749644436130?l=jackjournals.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810619075395831672noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063579462418754090.post-21134589858317186622008-06-20T17:29:00.000-07:002008-11-13T02:39:46.347-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVyo84KV3Rw/SFxMd6Nsr_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/k0pEDGEXy78/s1600-h/pink+saturday+002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jVyo84KV3Rw/SFxMd6Nsr_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/k0pEDGEXy78/s320/pink+saturday+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214126545314820082" border="0" /></a><br />my mom is sad that my mohawk fell down today. she hopes its just because my hair was wet when she put my hat on. i think i'm pretty darn cute anyway.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063579462418754090-2113458985831718662?l=jackjournals.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810619075395831672noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063579462418754090.post-13830633641504231992008-06-19T06:34:00.000-07:002008-11-13T02:39:46.565-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVyo84KV3Rw/SFpirGr438I/AAAAAAAAAAo/WSM3PJ1-QgQ/s1600-h/jack+surgery+6.1.7.08+008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jVyo84KV3Rw/SFpirGr438I/AAAAAAAAAAo/WSM3PJ1-QgQ/s320/jack+surgery+6.1.7.08+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213588011303362498" border="0" /></a><br />my mom woke me up early and brought me to a big place with bright lights and she made me wear a dress that wasnt even sewed in the back! and i was so hungry and she didnt even feed me she just cried with me and it was no fun. then a lady took me away and let me smell something and i must have been real tired cause i took a nap right away and when i woke up my mom was there and my tongue felt funny. now i can move it around a lot but it is a little sore. mom says i'll thank her when i can have an ice-cream cone, whatever that is.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063579462418754090-1383063364150423199?l=jackjournals.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810619075395831672noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063579462418754090.post-63317230743523999322008-06-14T08:33:00.001-07:002008-06-14T08:33:42.356-07:00i love grandma<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063579462418754090-6331723074352399932?l=jackjournals.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06810619075395831672noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9063579462418754090.post-40990101623507068372008-06-14T07:53:00.001-07:002008-11-13T02:39:46.969-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEQjGnTpreM/SFPcN7DKdLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_obWSyVfjZY/s1600-h/june+08+029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eEQjGnTpreM/SFPcN7DKdLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_obWSyVfjZY/s400/june+08+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211751325545166002" border="0" /></a><br />hi i am jack. my cuteness is immeasurable, (as is my modesty). don't let my quietness fool you, i am quite a character. my personality is fitting of my mohawk. i'm a ladies man. i love my sister <a href="http://kenziechronicles.blogspot.com/">kenzie</a> most. and my mom of course. i'm pretty sure i'm destined to be a boob man. so far anyway. mom tries to trick me with a pacifier once in awhile but i wasn't born yesterday! i was born february 29, 2008 which was a really long time ago!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9063579462418754090-4099010162350706837?l=jackjournals.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kenzienoreply@blogger.com2