Jack absolutely adores getting to play with his cousins from Greenville. They always have a blast together.
Slide Racing.

I learned this weekend that old people call
Mohawk haircuts "Don Eagles."

Jack has inherited Kate and my amazing athletic, uh, talent. He really wanted to play football, but couldn't figure out how to throw it forwards.

Three stinkers.

Jack was able to help feed the baby cows this weekend, which he thought was just too cool

As an added bonus, there were baby kitties.

Whenever we go to
PetSmart, he asks if we can get a kitty that "will stay in one place so I can pet it." (Clara will not let him near her.) He was thrilled that these kittens did just that.

Of course, what would a trip to the farm be without a gratuitous drool shot. Homer had as much fun as Jack, I think.

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