Who doesn’t like hearing a baby laugh?  Jack-Evan has begun laughing full force.  Smiling at him will get him to laugh.  Pootin’ on his belly will get him to laugh.  Tickling his cheek will get him to laugh.  But there is nothing that will get him to laugh as hard as eating is feet. 

And that’s what mommy does best, I guess.

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…Because if you do, you’ll be suckered in to poking fun at yourself in the most inhuman way.

Why oh why do we find humor in the subtlest things?  What possesses us to throw down our household duties and take up the most mindless activities online?

Right now I’m going to blame it on a bad back.  I mean, it wouldn’t be wise to mop with a hurting spine, right??

Right??

Hrm.

Well, anywho.

There’s this site that I found a while ago called “Yearbook Yourself” (www.yearbookyourself.com).   The object is simple enough - just choose your gender, upload a forward facing photo of yourself, align your eyes and nose with the grid, and WHAM…. you are given a 50 year look into what your senior yearbook would have looked like every 2 years since 1950. 

Here I am in 1950!

….and here I am graduating in 1982.  POOF!

Ain’t I purdy?

So well.  If you’re reading this, it looks like you didn’t take my post title seriously.  And now I bet you’re about to go off (secretly, of course) and find out what you would have looked like in 1962.  Or perhaps 1974.  Or every year in between.

…Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Hey mommy!  Are you going to play with me?

“Well, Jack,” says mom, “I think there’s someone you should meet first. 
Turn over and look behind you…”

Whoa!  Who are you??

Wait, what do you mean your name is Jack-Evan TOO???  How is that possible?

Mommy, is that really possible?  I thought I was the only Jack-Evan.

I dunno, maybe I’ll let you play with my stuff. 
Just don’t steal my mommy from me.

Great!  Now gimme five!  Whoohoo!

The End.

Here we go!  We’re leaving for the beach.  Mommy says I’ll have fun.

After mommy dresses me, I play with my cousin Jeana for a while.
Then we head out to see this thing they call the ocean.

Mommy, why do I taste salt on my fingers?

Lil’ Robbie, do you taste salt??   …….I still taste salt.  Strange…

(Those big bunch of people are all my family)

Mommy’s feet, Jack’s feet.  Mommy’s feet, Jack’s feet.  Mommy’s feet….

Mom, this salt is making me quite sleepy.

(Quickchanging at the beach.  Sand in my diaper doesn’t feel too good)

This wind feels soooo good.  Just let me sleep 5 more minutes mom!

Ok, well, maybe 50 more minutes.

After cruisin’ the boardwalk in my stroller, we came back to the hotel.

Why am I the only one strapped in a car seat???  Robbie, let me out…please…
I want to head back to the beach.

Whew.  Sleeping at the beach is the best thing in the world.

Maybe next time I’ll stay awake long enough to play
on the boogie board mom & dad bought for me!