Just Jack. Makes a perfect desktop background (or wallpaper, Mac users).
Nice. Hair.
Max says hey.
Jack? Can you touch Max's nose?
By the calendar, Kristie was about 8 1/2 months pregnant here, but Max didn't arrive for four more weeks.
I wonder if we can teach the big one to change the little one's diaper?
Our camera DOES work on adults. Who knew?
Jack and Uncle Kyle "golfing" in the back yard.
Jack on the trampoline.
He's actually telling me to put away the camera, but I still like this shot.
Hey. I can put my coat on by myself at school, but never at home. Why is that?
Kristie, Jack and Uncle Kyle fly a kite.
A boy and his kite.
The happy parents of a very not happy baby.
Deep in thought. Or... wondering how hot the slide is. One of those two.
Classic Jack.
Probably best to let other people take the picture instead of the person holding the baby.
Now if I could just get him to mow the lawn at our house...
Max is as Max does.
Jack takes Uncle Kyle's place on the lawn mower.
Working on sitting with How.
There's a frog on my shirt.
At Kristie's cousin Andy's wedding reception.
Finally learning to smile for the camera. (Mostly it's about not using the flash.)
Max and Great-Grandma Holland, who came down from Elizabeth.
Pops and Max in How's living room.
Why ride when you can push?
Apparently, How relents when little boys beg for candy at the drug store.
Cousin Megan hooked us up with the Marquette outfit.
Watch out for the garbage disposal.
Jack and Uncle Kyle before Jack's first Christmas.
Why are babies magnetically drawn to junk catalogs?
Exactly seven months old today.
No wonder he's so happy...
I'm pretty sure that's a no-no.
Thanks for the barrettes, How.
Jack's first Christmas.
Who doesn't love the living room floor?
Lots of busy fabrics in this photo.
Hey look! Balls!
Kristie explains the concept of sticker books to Jack.
Gee Aunt Kelly, thanks for the cymbals...
Jack LOVES riding his "bike" in How's basement.
Max doesn't actually ride the four-wheeler, but he does like to sit on it and press the buttons.
Hey! Where'd that big belly come from?
That's right, I AM a big boy.
One happy Doodle.
It would be a four-generation photo if Kristie were around.
He'll never be Tiger Woods, but he's still pretty cute.
Turtleneck + overalls + drool = cute baby.
Max discovers Easter leads to toys. And yes, the Workmans do own "Cool Runnings" on VHS.
The PEZ dispenser has a bunny head, which led Jack to call the candy "rabbit food."
You can see a picture of 3- (or 6-)month-old Jack in the background.
Max meets baby Jacob, and offers to trade plugs.
Jack gives Uncle Kyle the lint roller treatment after Kyle mowed the lawn.
Jack laughs at the "Monkey Hockey" song.
Jack loves golfing in How's back yard.
It's not a sobriety test, Jack's walking on the road we drew in the driveway.
Throwing rocks in the river, his all-time favorite activity.
Jack Attack digging the Playplace at McDonald's.
It's tough to golf when Max picks up your ball...
That's one cute baby.
Max is a BIG fan of people food. Jack, not so much. And How always gives in and shares.
Unfortunately for Max, he still looks up at pretty much everything.
Jack tearing around during the Easter Egg Hunt, which we had on Mother's Day.
Chilling on the porch, tipping back a cold one.
Max played by throwing sunblock in the pool.
Jack is by the pool, not a junk car lot. But I can see how you'd make that mistake.
The boys both reaching into the water.
A proud family tradition — destroying How's Tupperware drawer.
Bethany and Jake at the Brown family fish fry in Savanna.
Max thinks Jack and Aunt Kelly on the trampoline are hi-freaking-larious.
Check out the instense dirt on Jack attack... and the blue teeth from a ring pop. Needless to say he went straight in the tub upon entering the house.
Mmmm... pizza...
How and The Doodle.
One cool dude.
Max mugging for the camera in the kitchen.
This is the picture we tok for Jack's "journal" of our weekend trip.
Just like the rest of of, Doodle goes to How's House to eat.
We did give him a fork, but he opted to eat with his hands.
Max and Pop enjoying some quality time in a messy living room.
