Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Merry Christmas, Baby!

Jackson and Cherry Ann weathered the Midwest to grace us with their presence over the Christmas holiday. Despite sub-zero temperatures, they warmed our hearts.

















Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Nugget learned how to scoot.

He got the radioactive blood...

He looks like me if I looked like Cherry Ann.

Come and get it.

What?

Made a stinker.

I just want to go there.

Don't get a big head, Jack, you're no John Amato... yet.

Thursday, August 07, 2008

Splash Jackson goes exploring

Jackson and I underneath the Sundial Bridge over the Sacramento River.


Jack tries to brush his teeth to get rid of his funky morning breath.


Cousin Lilly and Jack at the library. Jack goes for the Spanish books.


Jack loves ice cream, especially from the Turtle Bay Museum.


Jack takes a nap as we cross the Sundial Bridge.

Jackson playing bed sheet scramble at 8 months

I'm in Redding, CA again to see Mr. Jackson James Weaver. He has been sick this week, but despite his lack of antibodies, he still loves to play bed sheet scramble.

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Thursday, June 19, 2008

Photos of Jack

These were taken over the course of a month and a half and you can see how much Jack is growing!

















Monday, May 19, 2008

These are some of my favorite pictures of Jack













Saturday, May 10, 2008

Just got some videos of Jackson.

I'm thinking rocket scientist.


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Friday, April 11, 2008

Jackson is growing up so fast,




don't blink or you'll miss it!

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Babies, like wine, get better with age.





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Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Keep the pictures coming mom,

and by mom I mean Jack's mom. Isn't it funny how your dad will refer to your mom as mom when he's talking to you? I guess it's not funny in the classical sense of the word.




Jack's Latest Glamour Shots

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Jack laughed for the first time yesterday,

and I was sad not to be there. Maybe I'll buy him a cell phone for Easter.

Sunday, March 02, 2008

Jackson came to Ohio this week,

and madness ensued. Maybe I'm being melodramatic, but I will never understand why women insist on inhaling Jack's toes deep into their nostrils and squealing with delight. I find it terribly troublesome. Thankfully, so does the godfather. Too bad he left me today.

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