Driving the "van" at the zoo....

Jack has decided to drive us In his "van". He rejected Connecticut, because that's where the fire hydrants are; Rhode Island, because that's where the police man lives, and New Jersey because there was already a Zoo Van there. He settled on taking us to Virginia.

Jack's Secret Life

I sometimes wonder about the time that Jack spends every week with Margarita.  Where do they go?  What do they do?  We get an update every evening, but it's pretty bare-bones:  which park, how much food and sleep.  But what does he really do?  Is he playing with cars or on slides, like we see on the weekends, or is there more to it?  Margarita's picture this morning reveals that it's much richer than we've imagined.  
Of course, this just inspires more questions.  What are the best clown colleges?  Does his Montessori school have a good plate-spinning program?  Where do you get clown shoes for feet that small?  

Our little dinosaur

Eating' Olives

Some w seeds. Some without. All are GREAT!

At the end of a long lovely weekend....

We are finding our center. It typically involves a truck and some quiet contemplation of the power and beauty of large machinery.

Love this pic!

Scene on the front porch

Jeff, sitting on the front porch.
Jack: whatcha doing Daddy?
Jeff: I'm taking my shoe off.
Jack: Why?
Jeff: Because there is something in my shoe that is poking my foot.
Jack: I'm sorry to hear that....

Hunger Strike...,

If we could only figure out what he's protesting.....