Wocket Chips

Jack is now officially obsessed with Rockets. Everything we see is a "wocket chip"; the steeple on a church, the pipe waiting to be put into the ground by the new highway, the PVC pipe that belongs to my laundry sorter (little stinker.) And he has become quite good at building rockets.
I'm so glad my dad made us these beautiful blocks. But it seems my dad knows a thing or two about little boy fascination, just ask his sisters.

Between taking apart his grandma's sewing machine and the autopsy on his little sister's doll to see how they worked, he made plenty of girls mad.

So far, this little man mostly makes me smile, and just occasionally get mad.

On a side note, his new favorite thing to say is, "Don pank me," as loud as he can anywhere and everywhere. The worst part is I have only swatted his diaper a couple of times when he climbed up on Evan's ladder. Like I said, stinker.