Two down

Jack turned two this weekend, celebrating with friends at a local watering hole.

The festive mood was palpable.

And Jack took it upon himself to order for the group.

With his buddy Henry on hand, Jack figured he should entertain.

First some stainless steel magic.

Then some impressions.

But Henry had bigger fish to fry, deciding they should break into the federal government's mainframe computer from their V-Tech.

Done before the food arrived.

Then Jack's birthday cupcake made its entrance.

And Jack thought the candle looked good enough to touch.

Until some dastardly parents intervened.

And the party took a different turn.

An uneasy truce

As the household's two neediest members, Jack and Jazzeppi have something of a kinship, even if it's a precarious one at that.

Jack begins by stating his intentions to make Jazzeppi uncomfortable.

He then cautiously advances.

And bellies up to Jazzeppi, putting to rest any questions of who wears the pants.

To assuage the guilt, Jack offers some counsel, telling Jazzeppi not to take the news too badly.

But if only he wouldn't undermine his progress by rubbing it in.

Halcyon days

Whenever Grandpa Jack stops in for a visit, as he did for Jack's second birthday, all gets right with the world. Maybe it's the name thing. Or the shared affinity for the Boston Red Sox. Or maybe Jack finally found a sympathetic ear for his elaborate tales of trekking to planets inhabited only by monkeys.

The precious

Jack has a thing for lights. He spots them everywhere, and doesn't let them go unnoticed by the unappreciative public. The local children's museum has become something of a shrine, particularly because Jack can lord over this one giant lightning bug, illuminating it on his command.

Snow wars

Finally treated to some honest snow, Jack headed out to make its acquaintance.

Jazzeppi kept him safe from advancing soccer balls.

And Jack thought it wise to retreat.

Once inside, safe on his escape tower, he informed the soccer balls that their days were numbered.

A Christmas seemingly long ago

Several weeks (or months) ago, Jack enjoyed his first relatively sentient Christmas. His Indiana grandparents paid him a visit, and he thought highly of their hotel room.

Jack's first task: Secure the remote.

Then get the dogs to stop barking.

Next, time to entertain by reading aloud a few passages from the travel magazine.

And before leaving, Jack likes to tip his cap to acknowledge the hospitality.

Once home, Jack had some stuff to hide.

And a neighborhood to patrol.

Lest the folks doubt his vigilance.