JACK HAS OLYMPIC FEVER

Thanks to Uncle Phil, Jack has cast off his beloved Thomas the Train PJ's. Tonight he watched the Olympics sporting his new look.



But it doesn't mean he'll stop playing with Thomas.

Princess Grace Meets Princess Leia

Grace met Violet when she was only 12 hours old. Violet was wonderful enough to come to the hospital, even though she had just spent the previous night camping and catching fish. But on Sunday she was all cleaned up and ready to hold the baby, with some help from Mom. Can't wait for Grace to learn all Violets princess knowledge. Although, I don't know if a smile like Violet's is something you can teach. Gorgeous.

Grace, however, isn't prepared to follow Violet around and dote on her yet. Thank goodness Jack is willing to fill those shoes.

"I, Danger."

We're waiting for the other shoe to drop, but Jack is still in love with "Gace". Last night he didn't want to put on his PJ's for bed, so I used our newest reward system. Some kids respond to food bribes, others to promises of stories or watching a video. While all those appeal to our man, nothing quite compares to helping change Grace's diaper. "If you get on your jammies, you can sit on the bed and help with Grace's diaper." So he flew into his bedroom, put on his PJ's without fuss, and then ran into the bedroom to grab a tiny diaper, clothes and the changing pad. What a champ.

When he gets on the bed he holds Grace's hand if she cries, and pats her on the head. He very quietly says, "I gentle, Jack gentle". Unfortunately, with his sometimes less than perfect pronounciation it comes out a little different. Matt and I swear that, if you listen carefully, and ignore that angelic smile he has he is actually saying, "I, danger. Jack, danger."

It is cruel to dress a 5-day old girl in a frilly cherry outfit, so why not heap on the humiliation by posting the most candid shots on our blog. Princess Harvey in all her glory.

Helmet Hat

Jack has just learned the difference between a hat and a helmet. He likes watching the cyclists go by and point out all their "safe helmets". So the natural progression is JACK NEEDS HIS OWN HELMET. I ran around the house trying to find something that looked enough like a helmet that he would be convinced. I called Matt at work in the frenzy asking for his advice about a helmet...and his brilliant answer was a colander.