While the wood floor in the basement was drilled and sanded to make way for tile, Jack hid from the noise in our bedroom. He loved looking at the leaves on the trees out the second floor window.

Well, we all survived. Jack was a champ, and allowed us to cut his princely locks. Ryan got a tear in his eye, and when it was all over said “we aren’t doing that again for three years.” Our baby looks more and more like a big boy every day.

I think it is time for a haircut.

A case of strep won’t keep Jack down. He is already feeling better after a little antibiotic and a lot of cuddles from his parents.

Some out takes from Jacks last monthly portrait shoot.