Jack’s favorite foods, which seem to change almost daily, include toast with butter, eggs (yolks only, thank you very much), yogurt, shredded cheese, the bottom of his sippy cup, sausage, gravy, sausage gravy, those little crispies from KFC chicken, biscuits (pref. with gravy), pot roast, and many fruits. The combination of all the dairy products coupled with his continued infatuation with the bottom of his sippy cup, which usually contains a delicious milk cocktail, has lead to a chronic ‘dairy air,’ if you will, in the vicinity of his high chair. Conveniently, high chairs are designed to be approximately as cleanable as the bottom of a refrigerator.
When he is not growing teeth (7 so far) or otherwise in pain, he is the most agreeable, sweetest baby boy we can imagine has ever been. When Jack laughs, which is often, everybody laughs with him. To hear him makes you want to grab him up and pat pat pat his little derrière.
He’s one handsome dude, don’t you think? See those teeth? He pushed those babies out in about 10 days. As of now, six of ‘em. Once he had them, he watched longingly as I ate homemade biscuits and gravy in front of him, so I had to give him a little taste. I can’t be positive, since his mom is always trying to “encourage” him to “try” “healthy” foods, but I’d like to think his first big-boy food was his daddy’s biscuits ‘n gravy. Mmmm… gravy…
Our first fair week up here has come to an end. The good: it’s a real county fair, with lots of livestock, 4-H kids showing their animals, big pumpkins, and the opportunity to play the ponies. The rides were fun for Lindsay, especially on the first trip. We went back twice, and neither of those trips were as fun as the first (imho). The bad: one word — food. That’s right, the food pretty much sucked. I’m a sucker for the Fried Fair Food, but this stuff was B-A-D. Dripping with fry oil bad. This homemade ice cream has the texture of a sand castle bad. Which was a bummer, but I think I’ll survive (maybe even longer) without it.
This guy has been enjoying the rice and oatmeal cereals now for a couple of weeks, and recently started on the peas. If he had his way, I get the feeling he might have moved on to hamburgers and pizza by now judging from the way he watches us when we eat. He’s definitely showing a bit more than a passing resemblance to his old man these days, eh? So much so that Jenn has started to call me ‘Big Jack’ rather than calling him ‘Little Chris.’ Don’t miss the other recent photos either, there are some good shots of Lindsay on the rides.
I’m free-associating tonight, and here’s what I’ve got: How about the toy factories that make all our Barbie accessories and Bob the Builders stop coating them with bright, durable, poisonous lead paint. For God’s sake, what is it with China trying to poison the people and dogs that buy stuff from them? In a country that summarily executes high-ranking officials for ‘dereliction of duty,’ I would think people would be more careful about their job performance.
I mean, we don’t need to import poison, we’ve got plenty of it right here. Take these guys, for instance. They tried to pass off catfish bait + vinegar as heroin. Now that’s American creativity right there. Ever wonder what it would be like to mainline some catfish bait? Me neither, but it can’t be too fun. Can you imagine the conversation that hatched this plan? Three parting observations: 1) There seems to be quite the cottage industry for catfish bait. 2) Target has bought AdWords for the search term “catfish bait” (see inset image at right). 3) I wonder if any catfish bait is imported from China?
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I mean, we don’t need to import poison, we’ve got plenty of it right here. Take 
