In case you haven't quite figured it out yet, Jack really loves his cape. I cannot remember the last time he spent a day without wearing his cape. Here we are just back from a weekend trip to Lowe's, where Jack wore his cape and sunglasses! We get more comments about him in his SuperJack outfit! The best was from a woman who stopped in her tracks and said, "I remember the cape days! I have six sons and they all went through a period where they wore their cape everywhere! I think the oldest took his to college with him!" So Jack decided that he would be best able to water the lawn with his cape on, naturally! If we can't cure the dead spot that persists in our front lawn, then maybe SuperJack can!
Otherwise, it has been an interesting week. We are now fishless as some strange plague wiped out all 4 of the goldfish in one week despite medication in the water and lots of online research. We figured this would be Jack's first experience with death, so we explained in terms a 2 year old might be able to grasp--"The fishies went to Heaven to be with Jesus. Maybe when you move into your new big boy room we can get you some new fish." He accepted the news just like I'd told him we were going to have peanut butter sandwiches for lunch, no problem. Then the following day we were successful in catching the rats that had invaded our garage (Gross!). The first one was dead, so I handled it covertly while Jack watched a movie. However, the second one was still kicking a bit and I couldn't distract Jack enough to close the garage up without him seeing it! He immediately said, "Mouse!" and wanted to investigate. But I got him back in the house, put a bucket over the "mouse" until Daddy got home, and responded to his further queries with, "Mouse went to Heaven." His response? "Get new mouse?" Priceless! But God I hope NOT! So that night at dinner he recapped his experiences with death to Daddy..."Fishies go Heaven, get new fishies. Mouse go Heaven, get new mouse. Gigi (Gracie) go Heaven, get new Gigi." Yikes! That dog better be sweet or he'll have her replaced!
When Grandma came up for a quick overnight visit on Monday, she brought a lightsaber that Pa found in his stash of cool stuff. Well, it had a loose wire, so Daddy and Jack pulled it apart and got it up and running perfectly! Jack loves helping Daddy work with tools and kept saying, "Jack do!"
He thinks the screwdriver is awesome and has a vague idea of what to do with it. Jack is thrilled with his new weapon for getting bad guys. What more could a superhero ask for?
Super Jack had three Ironmen, but one by one they would disappear. We rarely found more than one at a time. However, today was a great day! He actually had all three of his Ironmen at the same time! Here is is (with his pizza face) enjoying playing with two of the trio.
playing and head butting one another. Jack laughed at their antics until he almost fell over! He had kettle corn with Daddy and we viewed all the talented entries from local children. Before we left he rode on several rides. Rob practically got whiplash from the one in the picture. Jack went crazy for the very tall slide that went zippity-quick! Overall, a very fun day, followed by a well deserved nap for us all.
In case you haven't quite figured it out yet, Jack really loves his cape. I cannot remember the last time he spent a day without wearing his cape. Here we are just back from a weekend trip to Lowe's, where Jack wore his cape and sunglasses! We get more comments about him in his SuperJack outfit! The best was from a woman who stopped in her tracks and said, "I remember the cape days! I have six sons and they all went through a period where they wore their cape everywhere! I think the oldest took his to college with him!" So Jack decided that he would be best able to water the lawn with his cape on, naturally! If we can't cure the dead spot that persists in our front lawn, then maybe SuperJack can!
Otherwise, it has been an interesting week. We are now fishless as some strange plague wiped out all 4 of the goldfish in one week despite medication in the water and lots of online research. We figured this would be Jack's first experience with death, so we explained in terms a 2 year old might be able to grasp--"The fishies went to Heaven to be with Jesus. Maybe when you move into your new big boy room we can get you some new fish." He accepted the news just like I'd told him we were going to have peanut butter sandwiches for lunch, no problem. Then the following day we were successful in catching the rats that had invaded our garage (Gross!). The first one was dead, so I handled it covertly while Jack watched a movie. However, the second one was still kicking a bit and I couldn't distract Jack enough to close the garage up without him seeing it! He immediately said, "Mouse!" and wanted to investigate. But I got him back in the house, put a bucket over the "mouse" until Daddy got home, and responded to his further queries with, "Mouse went to Heaven." His response? "Get new mouse?" Priceless! But God I hope NOT! So that night at dinner he recapped his experiences with death to Daddy..."Fishies go Heaven, get new fishies. Mouse go Heaven, get new mouse. Gigi (Gracie) go Heaven, get new Gigi." Yikes! That dog better be sweet or he'll have her replaced! 
