Jack is sick. And so am I. Neither one of us is sick enough to warrant lying in bed all day while someone brings us tea and places cold cloths on our heads (although I seriously can’t imagine Jack lying in bed all day), but we are sick enough to be grouchy and feel yucky most of the time.

To appease him (and, to be honest, me), I will let him get away with almost anything right now as long as he’s not whining. So yesterday while we were waiting for Joe to come home, he located a cantaloupe amongst the groceries. He was so excited about this melon I can’t even begin to tell you. He carried it around the house, he picked it up and stood there, he tried to put it places, he tried to make it bounce. Of course I took a million pictures, so you’ll have to bear with me here.

Jack, posing with the melon:
























Jack, struggling to remove the melon from the colander, and crying in the process:






















Jack, rolling the melon on the stereo shelf, after having successfully lifted it:















Jack, in a Sisyphean struggle to place the melon on the couch:











































And, finally, success.












I believe he is exhibiting remorse for having lost his cantaloupe. Poor guy.

This afternoon Jack visited his first gun shop. He was fascinated. He couldn’t stop staring at the guns on the walls, and was enthralled when the bullets were displayed for us to view. I did not take pictures inside, but here he is with Joe waiting to go in:




















Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. For me, this was the most magical day of the year – more than Christmas Day, I have always loved Christmas Eve. Jack is still too small to get it, but I know one day this holiday will bring him that same sense of magic and joy, and I can’t wait to experience it all over again. I can promise lots of pictures!