Poor Jack suffers from third child syndrome. He dressed himself. He insisted he didn't need to put a shirt on underneath his sweater vest because, duh, he had a shirt on. And he was too lazy to find matches to either of his shoes, and I just really didn't care that much. He walked around like this for a couple of days. Oh, also, with third child syndrome, you tend to wear the same thing for a few days because mom doesn't want to add to her laundry pile.
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| This is at Paw Paw's house. He is adamant about putting the foot rest out even though his feet don't reach it. |
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| Bed head |
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| He only has one sleeveless shirt (oh wait, unless you count his sweater vest) and he calls it his gym shirt. Here he is lifting a ten pound weight and showing off his muscles. |
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| third child syndrome showing again. He was allowed to dress himself for Halle's swim meet. Brian brought him later that morning, and this is how he showed up: rooster hair, mustaches shirt, camo shorts, no socks. The sadder part is that I had to point out to Brian how bad Jack looked. Brian hadn't even noticed. |
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| Jack just being Jack. Here he is just hanging out watching TV, but he has dressed himself in a train conductor hat, toy tool belt, and Daddy's dirty work socks on his hands as gloves. This is how we roll at Casa del Hargrave. |
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