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.
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First of all--Reggie, i think you missed your calling as a fiction author..or photographer..your photos are great!!! (although, i think the ADORABLE subject matter probably helps a lot!)
Marisa sent me this link to see pics of your kiddo and I just wanted to say HI! to the two of you- and tell you both how adorable Jack is!! Hope all is well, and perhaps get to see you soon! :)
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