Bed head and bread

After a nice nap, Jack likes to let loose on the Wonderbread. Then, once his plate is cleared, he likes to take a little time to wonder.

Dog days

Jack's finally getting down to brass tacks this summer, getting in some serious walking time in the driveway and along the sidewalk to the neighboring elementary school, where a few playground pens just so happen to harbor a bountiful supply of wood chips (a personal favorite, as Jack believes they should liberated from their captive state). Upon his arrival back at the homestead, Jack makes known that the idle life is not for him. He then turns back on the hustle. Well...that is until he gets his mitts on a tall order of milk. That stuff's just too damn good.

Mother's Day

Jack wanted to do something nice for mom, like maybe take some pictures at the local park. But plans went south once a fever came on, causing Jack's normally jovial temperament to teeter more toward sour and surly. Luckily, Jack forgot his dour mood on a few shots, letting a thin sliver of sunshine peek through. Not for long though. And despite his able legs, which have been supporting his upright jaunts for the past few weeks, he thought it proper that he roll back the clock and crawl while at the park. It just seemed more fitting with the forlorn theme he was going for.