Hammer Time!

I gave birth to the funniest kid ever. I love that. He's all kinds of laid-back and easygoing, but he also loves a good laugh, and knows exactly how to make us chuckle. (Basically, he knows how to work a room, just like his old man.) This particular morning - last week sometime - Jack was walking around the house (in his precious new baseball PJ's) carrying the hammer from his Pound-a-Ball set, banging on anything solid. Each time he would hit something, he would say, "Bop! Bop, bop, bop!". I found this hysterical, so I was laughing pretty hard and was cheering him on as he was hammering.

So, he walks right up to me, gets really still and serious looking - and all of a sudden cracks me on the head with that little hammer (which is plastic, not rubber) exclaiming, "BOP!".

Uh huh. He knew exactly what he was doing.

And here are a few pictures I snapped of him just being precious before I was rendered nearly unconscious!