Just Jack
Hanging out with George
I guess George has been traveling with my mom and dad for over ten years now so I couldn’t wait to hang out with him a bit for a heart to heart. He’s already my best buddy.


Go Sparties!
Here I am watching Michigan State beat the pants off of Notre Dame with my pops. Maybe i’m good luck….or maybe ND just really sucks this year.

Meet the family
The top two photos are of my grandma (my mom’s mom) and the bottom one is of my great grandma (my mom’s grandma) who we all call Derma. I guess my mom used to call her that when she was little and it stuck. I wonder what i’ll call my grandma. Well…I have a lot of time to figure that out.
p.s. the gigantic scooby in the background was my mom’s when she was little. My grandparents brought it to me at the hospital. He’s huge! Can’t wait to put him in my room.



Now we’re talking…
My very first picture – I’m freezing!! Anyone have a blanket?
At 3:33pm today, September 20th, 2007, I decided it was time to join my mom and dad in the real world. I weighed in at a whopping 7 lb 3oz and was 20 inches long. I’m so excited to finally be able to meet everyone in person! Now, can someone cover me up?

My mom is going to kill me for this but…
After about 16 hours of some crazy irregular contractions that made my heart rate go down a bunch they finally figured out that i absolutely hated labor and decided to rescue me via c-section. Here’s a (not-so-hot) picture my mommy right before they wheeled her in to the OR.

Is that a watermelon?
I don’t know about you guys – but i think she’s faking this whole pregnancy thing…

my debut
Here are some relatively recent pictures of me from my cozy little home. The first one is my profile and the second one is looking straight into my face. I kinda look like an alien but hey – i’m only 30 weeks old here! Give me a chance.


me and my ladies
This is a picture of my mom’s family including my great grandma (also known as derma), my grandma, some crazy chick i’ve never seen before, my aunt lechelle and my great aunt marti.
Where are all the guys? Shouldn’t I be golfing with them?



