THE JACKPACK

This is Will.  People underestimate me because I've got a bald spot and a soft spot.  I like to cry, and I live on a liquid diet.  But, see, I just got on this computer, unbeknownst to my furry friends who think they run this show now.  Right.  We'll see about that.  Jack gave me some tips on how the mouse works, etc.  And, little did people know that Ty's little brother Jack and I don't just discuss college football and food at tumbling.  No, we study -- study tumbling.  Yeah, give me a mat any ol' day.  And, today, I showed everyone.  I rolled -- just like Jack does his roll down the mat. I rolled.  Oh, and Jack, thanks!  Thanks for the encouragement, dude.  I know this totally destroys your record in the baby book.  But, let's be honest, it wasn't that great.  Rolling at almost 5 months?  We'll blame that on Mom.  But, let's be honest, I just have SKILLZ!!! And, yeah, who pu...

We asked Jack how his tumbling class went.  We still weren't sure what he learns there that he can't learn wrestling with us, but whatever.  Today we found out.  And, now, we are BIG supporters of his attendance.  Apparently, he's quite popular at tumbling.  This morning, Jack's mom couldn't seem to get her act together, and after a few tense moments, everyone made it out the door for tumbling.  Jack was late, but I guess this turned into a good thing.  He rolled into tumbling and flashed everyone his mega-watt smile.  When the other kiddos saw Jack, all the little girls enthusiastically yelled, "HI JACK!!!  Jack's HERE!!!"  With pure confidence, Jack strut on over to the mat and started telling his teacher all about...well....something.  We're not sure what.  That got lost in translation.  But, anyway, he's a popular fella in his tumbling class. Ok...so, fellas, you thought that was good.  Well, apparen...

Albert, dude, what's with the owls?  They're too girly.  Change it back to tire tracks, you idiot. Sincerely, Locke

This is Albert here.  Remember, I'm the big, brown, fuzzy bear Jack used to write about on this forgotten blog.  Oh the sadness!  But, as Locke, the tiger, mentioned in the last post, which was a few ice ages ago, we have taken over.  Jack's too busy playing with his trains and making sure his younger brother isn't eyeing his favorite trucks.  Locke thinks Jack should spend less time worried about his vehicles and more time learning his alphabet.  I just tell Locke to "get a life."  Plus, I'm one of the kid's favorite animals at the moment.  So, Locke can beat it.  Speaking of animals....  You've probably forgotten about us.  Ugh.  I don't want to re-introduce us all.  Really, there's a bag of Cheetohs calling my name over in the kitchen.  Jack's mom won't let me eat them near the computer.  Plus, it's probably hard to type after the first paw-ful, simply due to the wonderful fact that my paws would be smo...

This is Locke.  You remember, I'm Jack's tiger.  Well, the zoo gang has decided that since Jack has no time to write, considering he now has a younger brother to play with, we've taken over the blogging.  And, we have some newbies.  We'll introduce them at a later date.  Suffice to say, a rhino, a turtle, a dinosaur, and a rat have joined the mix.  Crowded, indeed.  It's a good thing we're moving out this place soon. Here's how Jack really feels about his brother.  It's the latest in recent developments and a moment obviously cherished by his mother.  Yesterday, while eating pizza in bed (he was hungry at 8:30 pm and mother felt sorry for him), Jack, for the first time, used that powerful word, "love."  And, no, he didn't say, "I wuv pizza."  He said, "I wuv Wiww." (Translation: I love Will.)  He followed it with, "I wuv Mama. I wuv Dad. I wuv firetruck."  So,  Wiww, feel loved kiddo.  We'll make sure to ...