For Christmas this year Jack got a new Batman cape as well as a nifty new headlamp. He now combines these two items to become Bat-Jack. We’re not quite sure yet if he’s a super hero or a super villain due to the fact that half the time he wears his costume he’s up to no good. At present though we’re giving him the benefit of the doubt.

On a mostly unrelated note, one of the jobs that Jack as adopted as his own is the job of helping to make and deliver my lunch to me each morning. Although his cape isn’t required to perform this job, he does take it quite seriously and I’ve seen him slide violently towards the “villain” end of the scale when his job doesn’t go exactly as planned (meaning someone else helps or we forget to let him perform his job due to being in a hurry).

We just hope that he’ll eventually decide to fight for good.

Most of the time Jack is out of control. He’s almost always moving and most of that moving gets him into trouble. However, there is one thing that will stop him dead in his tracks. Headphones. He loves jammin’ to some sweet tunes and once the headphones go on, everything else takes a back seat. Just don’t try taking the headphones away. The result may be the tantrum of the century.

With 3 girls and 1 boy, I tend to be a bit conscious of what toys Jack chooses to play with. Not that its a big deal what toys he plays with, but I want to make sure that he has (and enjoys playing with) the few boy toys he owns instead of the plethora of girlie toys laying around the house. I realize that he doesn’t care if the toys are “boy” or “girl” in nature and I tell myself that I don’t really care either, but I think that on a subconscious level it does bug me just a tiny bit when he chooses to play with the girl toys.

So, the other day I walk into the front room and see this:

Now a house isn’t really gender specific, but I guess it tends to lean more to the “girlie” side. And so my immediate thought was… “aren’t there some trucks or something you could be playing with?”. I then proceeded to walk over so I could watch him for a bit and when I came around the other side of the house, I saw this:

Well… that changes everything! I’m totally ok with him playing house if the house is full of cars and dinosaurs. What red-blooded American boy wouldn’t want to live in that house? Now I just need to teach him to flex and growl.

Although we have trimmed the hair above Jack’s ears once or twice, we finally decided to give him a real-live haircut this weekend. I don’t know if Emily was quite sure if she wanted it buzzed, but it turned out pretty good. Unfortunately we didn’t think to get the camera out until we were almost done, but we thought we ought to at least capture part of the event for posterity.