Autumn/Caravan du Nord

Time slips through You hand me your soul I give you change But memories rearrange Particles in the air Next thing we knew Our set was through Now we're gone Where did we go We spoke of this We spoke of that We made plans to call And the autumn rain came The memories might fade But they'll never wash away In love with the moment is all that we knew

Workin' through the seeds of change Things are different but still seem the same Kites are blowing through the chimneys of my mind Bells are ringin' out of time

Alas...end of summer. Better late than never. And a couple first day of school photos. To know Jack is to love Jack. We're so proud of you buddy!

Life's a beach!

Quotes

It's been a long time since we posted. Oops! So much happens every single day that I could put in here but I just wanted to put a couple things that have come out of Jack's mouth in the last few months.

"Do you know how God made me? He made me with crumbs."

"Mary had a little lamb, her fleece wasn't good enough."

"Look Jack, it's snowing outside"
 "Yeah Mom, I know. We watched the news last night." 

Winter Fun!

We don't know why he doesn't have a shirt on either.

Here is a tribute to "The White Stripes"

featuring our own Jack Larson (not Jack White) on electric guitar and vocals. Enjoy! 

Summer lovin'

We think Jack has a girlfriend. Well, technically his first friend, not counting the cousins. In his defense, it is hard to meet a lot of people when you are home with dad everyday and you are three.

Anyway, over Memorial Day weekend, we noticed he was closely watching our five-year old neighbor girl twirl a stick in her yard.

Me: "Hey Jack, do you want to go say hello to her?"

Jack: (resounding) "Yes!"

And we march over for introductions...

DAY 1: The first meeting, Jack said not a word—following all instructions of little, bossy, older woman.

DAY 2: Girl comes over to play in Jack's new sand in his sandbox. Jack still says no words, and loses his mind—disrobes and runs around our backyard naked as a jaybird. Girl seems undisturbed by his outburst of crazy. I, embarrassed, relay incident to her mother so that she doesn't hear a weird secondhand story from her five-year old. Sigh.

DAY 3: Jack: "Do you think she is sleeping? Do you think she is eating breakfast now? Do you think she will come out to play? That's her house over there." The neighbors, who have thankfully put the streaking episode behind them, invite Jack over for three hours of playtime in their backyard. (Hmm...we could get used to this).

DAY 4: Jack wears an amulet of his devotion around his neck all day (bubble necklace given to him from new favorite girl).

Watch out ladies...