On the playground at Starved Rock State Park.
A little boy who loves laundry baskets.
Mmm... frosting...
Check out that swollen eye.
Jack showing off a preschool project.
Helping Mom with the Christmas letters.
Passed out by the Christmas tree.
Christmas Day with Pops and the fabulous Miss Westervelt.
Jan. 13, 2008 -- still almost two months before Max.
Posed portraits are still a few years away.
Smile for the camera, Max.
Like my baby acne? Later I pooped all over this outfit.
I think Jack is kissing Max, but you can never be too sure.
Still working on that red-eye reduction.
Yeah, it's a duckie outfit. So what?
What are YOU looking at?
Max smiles a lot each day now. This isn't exactly one of them. But close.
Too modest for the nude shot.
Jack helps Max with Jack's old activity mat.
Bundled up before a walk the day after Memorial Day.
Only three days of preschool left this year.
Not ready for my closeup.
See? Jack doesn't hate Max. He just doesn't like all the screaming.
Jack used to wear hats at this age. Then he learned to control his arms and took them off as soon as we put them on.
Never let Dad do your hair. Ever.
He's actually trying to talk me into lighting a fart, but I don't play with fire wihtout proper adult supervision.
Mom is watching Jack. Max is watching Dad. It works.
If you saw Jack riding his one-handled, no-pedal Little Tykes bike he got for Christmas 2005, you'd realize what a remarkable upgrade this is.
Mmmm... finger...
Hey look! No one's crying.
Jack at Starved Rock State Park. He stopped throwing rocks long enough to wave to the people on the boat.
Jack going down the tornado slide at the park near our house.
The boy loves the park!
We captured a smile!
Actually, the river is sort of low right now.
He was smiling until we turned on the camera.
Jack and Max share a moment on the recliner.
Max smiles in his bouncy seat.
This is what happens when Jack picks his own outfit.
He actually eats very well, but this photo was too funny to not post.
Big smiles in the stroller.
Eating pears -- 6 months old today.
This is from our "Preppy Baby" collection.
It says B is for Boy and people STILL ask what her name is.
Jack is long. Max, not so much, although he is growing.
I thought we were making silly faces. It's not often I ruin the picture more than Jack.
Pretty happy in his nudies.
Playing with Jack's cars, probably while Jack was at school.
No clothes, remote -- get this kid a beer and he's got all his bases covered.
Note the ever-present drool rash just below his lower lip.
Preschool costumes are the best!
Without the "Boo!" you might think he's dressed as a nun.
Did you?
Playing with a pile of leaves on a surprisingly warm November evening.
Max is a little too young for leaves. But not for sitting up.
Holland babies always look cute in laundry baskets.
Yeah, he's climbing now. On everything.
Hey Jack! I came all the way in here to see you.
This is what happens when you park under a tree near the park.
A close up of the damage on the roof.
Max doing his impression of Jeff Daniels as Harry in "Dumb and Dumber."
So happy together. For now.
Something off the shoulder, Mr. Holland?
Jack helps get the house ready for Thanksgiving.
Sometimes he kind of sinks into your arms.
Max gives K a little post-Thanksgiving eye poke.
Max is nine months old today. He did his hair special to celebrate.
Not sure if he's really on the phone or just fer-tending.
The shirt says Little Devil, but the smile says Little Angel. Which do you trust? (Hint: The shirt.)
Hey Dad! You're taking my picture!
Jack sometimes tries to remind us he's not ready to cede his "Cutest Holland Child" title just yet.
Oooh yeah... a block!
Nice. Hair.
Cubs outfit? Check. Satellite TV remote? Check. Wild hair? Check. Now bring on the baseball!
I wish I could be this relaxed when I eat.
Somebody's finally learning to smile for the camera.
The angle of this picture makes Max look enormous, which is funny, because we keep hearing he's undersized.
No pants on under those blankets... picture was taken before 7 a.m.
