More Hockey

Jack playing hockey...again. Those of you keeping track (like Bryan) will notice that he is still hitting left handed. And he is still obsessed with the sport.

Watch out, Hugh Hefner!

To quote Ron Burgundy, "I make this look gooooooood." Jack takes his fashion cues from the Playboy king himself.

Ral-Phie!

During a recent blizzard (read: media event), Jack and his buddy Joseph Paulsen played in the snow. Jack still isn't a big fan of the cold white stuff, but he endured the cold for a 3 minute sled ride up and down the driveway. When they're all bundled up like that, they look like the little brother from the movie "A Christmas Story." I dare you to smile, Jack -- I triple dog dare you!

Chocolate! or, Shhh, don't tell Papa Bill

Jack has discovered "dipping." Ranch, ketchup, syrup and yes, chocolate. If you can dip it, he'll eat it. One night, we warmed some leftover ganache (from a birthday cake) and dipped some fruit in it. Usually Jack loves fruit, but discovered it is even better covered in dark chocolate. Yum!

Greetings from Des Moines

To prep for a mid-winter trip to the Tundra (Spencer), Jack gives a shout out to the Phelps side of the family. Happy birthday, Grandapa Tom. See you soon!

Call Bump, Go See the Hockey Game

These days, Jack eats and sleeps hockey. No day can start without the ceremonial hockey puck hit and items like crayons and water bottle caps serve as pucks when the actual one goes missing. Actually, he's a pretty good shot. At this game, friends of ours presented Jack with his very own stuffed "ThamBONEE machine" that now is close by at all times. With a fat lip (see entry below) and a new scratch on his cheek, we think it looks like Jack has already seen his fair share of hockey fights. Soon, we'll teach him how to defend himself against...himself.

Once Again, Calling Spencer Grandmas!

These two bruisers are the future of the NFL. In a Super Bowl battle of red vs. blue, Jack and his new buddy Henry prepare to duke it out over Jack's hockey sticks and a Viking football (Rick was thrilled). Luckily, Henry brought his protective eye wear, but Jack decided to go without. We think he's pretty confident he's going to win. Henry is the son of Nikki (Hunziker) and Mark Kennedy and was at Aunt Jenny's Super Bowl party.

That's one Cute Puppy

Bathtime. Enough said.

Battle Wound

" Look, Mommy. I huht my lips." During a wild chase (Jack chasing himself), he slipped and got an owie. Actually, Jack stuck his front tooth through his lip and this was the aftermath. It led to our first trip to the dentist, which was a HUGE success. After Dr. Rob assessed that the tooth looked OK, we learned a new song and cleaned Jack's teeth. He now requests to "tickle his teeth" several times a day. We think Papa Bill will be OK with that.

Cookie Monster Says, "ME WANT COOKIES!"

OK, so maybe Mommy says the same thing. Not soon after Jack's first cookie-making experience, he was requesting cookie dough, too. We thought his culinary utensil of choice was genius -- why not scrape the bowl with an ice scraper? It is January, after all! (The ice scraper was perfectly clean and arrived in the mail earlier that day so those of you who ate that batch of cookies don't need to worry.) Looks like I passed on my wicked sweet tooth to the little guy.