(Voiced by 16 month old Jack-Evan, Typed by Mommy)

Once upon a time I wasn’t here.

Then suddenly……. here I was.

Before I knew it, a whole year had passed and I had learned so much about this big, wide world.

Now I have to pass along all of my knowledge to someone else…

….because that’s just what big brothers do, I suppose.

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(Sung by 13 Month old Jack-Evan, Typed by Mommy)

I’ve been walkin’ these streets so long
Singin’ the same old song

I know every crack in these dirty sidewalks of Broadway
Where hustle’s the name of the game
And nice guys get washed away like the snow and the rain

There’s been a load of compromisin’
On the road to my horizon

But I’m gonna be where the lights are shinin’ on me!

Like a rhinestone baby
Riding out on a steed in a rocky-horse rodeo

Like a rhinestone baby
Getting cards and letters from people I don’t even know

…..and offers comin’ over the phone!

Well, I really don’t mind the rain
And a smile can hide all the pain

But you’re down when you’re ridin’ the train that’s takin’ the long way
And I dream of the things I’ll do
With a subway token and a dollar tucked inside my shoe

There’ll be a load of compromisin’
On the road to my horizon

But I’m gonna be where the lights are shinin’ on me

Like a rhinestone baby
Riding out on a steed in a rocky-horse rodeo

Rhinestone baby….
Gettin’ cards and letters from people I don’t even know

And offers comin’ over the phone!

(Voiced by 13 month old Jack-Evan, typed by Mommy)

Once upon a time, on June 2, I planted some magic beans.

After 5 days of waiting, they still were not tall enough to climb.

So, last night, mommy broke the sad news that there was no such thing as a magic bean stalk.

But I think she must have lied to me….

…because look at them today!

At this rate, I’ll be able to climb to the clouds by next Friday.

Won’t mommy be so excited when I bring her back a goose?

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TO BE CONTINUED….

(Voiced by 13 month old Jack-Evan, typed by Mommy)

Once upon a time, I found some beans.

 I stuck them in some dirt so the birds wouldn’t eat them.  

Plus, I had heard some great stories about what happens when you plant magical beans!

I cried when I couldn’t find my beanstalk the next morning.  

Mommy mentioned I should probably water them or they will die like hers do.

Finally, on day 5…. my magic beanstalk appeared!

It wasn’t quite what I expected though.

Perhaps tomorrow, it will be tall enough to climb on?

THE END.

(Voiced by 13 month old Jack-Evan, and typed by Mommy)

Once upon a time we had an old shabby brown house.

It was quite boring until….

I told my daddy to paint it!

Because he loves me, he started right away.

And of course I sat nearby and supervised.

When Daddy got tired, I even stepped in to give him a hand.

Up we goooo…

Don’t worry Dad.  

I’ve got it alllllll under control!

…..

TO BE CONTINUED…

(Voiced by the now 1 year old Little Jack, yet still typed by Mommy)

Once upon a time, I had to take a bath.

Mommy said it was so I would smell good for everyone at the party.

Turns out, I wasn’t the only thing that smelled good! 

As we waited for everyone to show up….

Daddy headed to the store to pick up more Pepsi and my great Aunt Faye took over grilling!

Music was playing, people were taking pictures left and right….

…and everyone was just kicked back, having a great time.

(I’m glad they all had such a good time.  I, however, was much too sleepy)

Here is my girlfriend mommy’s friend’s daughter, Alyse.

(Don’t tell her, but I think she’s cute.)

 I even tried to show her how capable I am by providing her with food.

Then I had to concentrate on my own dessert.

(Oh…my bad….did you want some cake too?)

After throwing all my cake on the floor eating my dessert, mommy opened my presents.

I always thought it was I who was supposed to open my gifts,
but I didn’t really have the heart to take the fun away from mommy.

All in all, I had a fabulous day.

(And 4 more baths that evening.)

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THE END.

Narrator: Now it’s time for silly songs with Jack-Evan…The part of the post where Jack-Evan comes out and sings a silly song. 

Our curtain opens as Jack-Evan, who is fast approaching his 1 year birthday mark
(and has never seen scissors in his life),
is searching for his hairbrush. 

Having no success, Jack-Evan suddenly cries out…

Oh where…is my hairbrush?

Oh WHERREE… is my hairbrush?

oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh,
where, oh, where oh, where … is my hairbrush?

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Narrator: “Having heard his cry, Papa enters the scene.
Shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of Jack-Evan’s long tangled mop,
Papa regains his composure and reports …”

Papa:  I think I saw your hairbrush back there!

Back there is my hairbrush?

Back there is my hairbrush.

Back there, back there, oh, where, back there, oh, where,
oh, where, back there, back there, back there … is my hairbrush?!

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Narrator: “Having heard his joyous proclamation, Grammy enters the scene.
Shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of Jack-Evan’s wet head,
Grammy regains her composure and comments …”

Grammy: “Why do you need a hairbrush? You don’t have any hair!”

Narrator: “Jack-Evan is taken aback. The thought had never occured
to him. No hair? What would this mean?
What will become of him?
What will become of his hairbrush?
Jack-Evan wonders …”

No hair for my hairbrush?

No hair for my hairbrush?!

No hair, no hair, no where, no hair,
no hair, no hair, no where back there,

no hair
.. for my hairbrush.

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Narrator: “Having heard his wonderings, Dada enters
the scene. Shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of
Jack-Evan’s freshly cut hair, Dada regains his composure and confesses …”

Dada: “Jack-Evan, that old hairbrush of yours …
Well, you never used it, and you don’t really need it anymore.
So, well, I’m sorry … I didn’t know.
But
I gave it to your Mama - ’cause she’s got hair!”

Narrator: “Feeling a deep sense of loss,
Jack-Evan stumbles back and
laments…”

Not fair! Oh, my hairbrush.
Not fair! My poor hairbrush.
Not fair, not fair, no hair, not fair, no where, no hair, not fair,
not fair, not fair!
My little hairbrush!

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Narrator: “Having heard his lament, Mama enters the scene.
Having for herself, her own long tangled mop of hair, both Jack-Evan and
Mama are shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of each other.
But recognizing Jack-Evan’s generosity, the Mama is thankful …”

Mama:  Thanks for the hairbrush.

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Narrator: “Yes, good has been done here.
Jack-Evan smiles, but, still feeling an emotional
attachment for the hairbrush, calls out …”

Take care of my hairbrush!

Take care, oh my hairbrush…

Take care, take care, don’t dare not care!

Take care. Nice hair. No fair.
Take care, take care …
of my hairbrush.

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Narrator:  The end.

(P.S.  Only the tips of the hair was harmed in the making of this post)

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(P.S.S.  For the original version of this song ,
“Oh Where is my Hairbrush” 
from the VeggieTales, and to hear the tune
so you too can have it stuck in your head the rest of the week,
play this classic video below!) 

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(Voiced by 7 month old Jack-Evan, Typed by Mommy)

Tonight my mommy told me that her and daddy were going on this thing called a date.
It sounded scary so I grabbed mommy’s necklace so she couldn’t get away. 
She had never been away from me, so I wasn’t sure she could handle it. 
Mommy knew I was worried though, and explained to me what a date is.

Let me tell all of you so you can know too.

You see, when two people love each other, they get married.
After a  while they suddenly realize they no longer spend as much
time together anymore. At least, that’s what she said.

I’m don’t really believe that part because I’m with mommy all the time and we
see my daddy quite often.   Adults are very confusing!

And as mommy continued to explain to me what a date was, I became even
more convinced that adults are confusing.

Mommy said that people get dressed up when they go on dates.

I thought my mommy looked just fine in her sweatpants and tshirt?

Next, you drive with your date to a restaraunt.

I wanted to ask why was it a special thing to eat?  We eat every day.
(But I kept my mouth shut)

Then, the man holds the door open for the lady…

…and pays for dinner.

Again, I wanted to ask mommy why was this special.  
Isn’t daddy’s money her money already?

After ordering a little coffee to go with your creamer…

You pig out daintily munch on your meal while talking with your honey.

(Mommy said women daintily munch on food while on dates, but I’ve seen
mommy eat and I know she’s not dainty…)

After the meal, you are supposed to talk about everything, nothing, and a little
in between as long as the subject doesn’t revolve around home and children.

(HA!  I happen to know mommy called Grammy at least 2 times to check on me) 

After this thing called “a date” is over, you are refreshed and in love all over again.

At least…that’s what my mommy said.

I don’t know if I’m ready for dates yet…but…

I am glad they came back home to me!

THE END

(Voiced by 6 month old Jack-Evan, Typed by No One)

Dear Family and Friends….

Sincerely, Jack-Evan

(Voiced by 5 month old Jack-Evan, typed by Mommy)

Once upon a time, I went trick or treating with my mom and dad.

I was a lion, Dad was a yankee farmer, and mom was a southern country girl.

Since I can’t eat candy yet…

…my Grammy gave me some baby food in my goodie bag!

Next we treated my Abuella (Daddy’s birth mom).

Then we went to Aunt Mae’s house.
(She is my Grammy’s sister)

She’s one of *those* Aunts who is always kissing my chubby cheeks.

We had a lot of fun visiting!

And finally, we made our way over to cousin Tammy’s house…

where we saw Willy Wonka…

…Bat Woman…

…and a really funny guy with yummy hair.
(Mom says he’s my cousin.  I didn’t want to believe her.)

After roasting some marshmellows

We said goodbye to everyone

And went back to my Grammy and Papa’s house
for the rest of the evening.

The End.

P.S.  Please tell mommy to stop eating my candy. 
Thanks, Love, Jack-Evan