November 27-29, 2003
One weekend, I took Cody to meet his hunting partner in Woodsboro. It’s about a five hour drive from here. On my way back, I wound up picking up Jack. We had a great weekend just the two of us. We mostly just hung out at the house.
I’ve always loved this picture. . . of him just barely awake watching his morning cartoons.
I did take him to Baskins where I picked him up a Camo coat. Tell me this isn’t a miniature Cody in training- camo and the remote.
We baked cookies. It was the first month of my first digital camera. So, of course, I wanted to take lots of pictures. . . he wanted lots of videos. He won out when it came to the chocolate chip cookies we made.
Jack Making Cookies The Video
Now, he likes to bake cookies but his favorite thing to fix, as I’ve mentioned before, is Pancakes. And looking back, I see how much I documented of the process. By this stage in his life, he could pretty much do it on his own. . . he just needed to be told what to do. This time, I won the picture vs. video battle.
This is about the way his hands still look today when he gets eggs on them.
Isn’t this the cutest! Cooking in my kitchen is always fun. No matter what kind of mess we make. Messes clean up and memories last a lifetime.
It’s hard to believe but he no longer has to use his whole hand when measuring dry ingredients.
Men and Power Tools! Notice the flour on his pants- this is the norm in my kitchen.
Not only can he make the best pancakes, but he can really put them away.
Lest anyone think he became his Aunt’s boy over the weekend, this is a picture of him making Cody’s favorite- Pecan Tassies.
He missed Cody so much that he insisted on riding with me all the way to Woodsboro. . . rather than dropping him off. He rode the entire way in his new Camo coat and hat- he wanted to show them to Cody. At the time, he loved an old tape of songs that mom gave me. It was a tape song by her co-teacher Diane of Christian children’s songs. Of course, just when I thought I would have some company, he fell asleep not 10 minutes into the drive. . . just after he sang the sweetest rendition of “This is the Day”.
That’s love, ain’t it. He was thrilled when we finally made it to Woodsboro. He was able to give Cody the pecan tassies which he’d made. We did at least stop at a park before we headed back to his house. Instead of a two hour drive to his house. . . the entire trip was about 8 hours. We see who ranked first in Jack’s book.
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This is a side of you I hadn’t heard about. Never thought about the age difference between you siblings either. It’s so sweet. You write very well, too. I’m still brushing tears from the “I nearly died article.” Men–what are you gonna do with ‘em?
Thanks Sherry. This is actually of “Little” Jack, my “nephew”, aka my best friend’s son. It does get confusing around my real family- so we tend to call my brother big Jack and my nephew Little Jack. But by the family tree, he’s not my nephew at all. But you couldn’t tell it by our relationship. Cody and I have been his Aunt and Uncle before he was even born.