Socks off!

Jack's been battling a cold for a couple of days. He's been a bit out of sorts, poor guy. Tonight, when I picked him up from G'mom's, he seemed more like his old self.

He stayed up a bit later than normal. Due to feeling better? A good nap he had today? Who knows. Anyway, he ended up in his crib (which is strictly used for playing not sleeping, duh) and while dancing to his Jack Johnson CD, decided his socks had to come off NOW.

First, he tried to get them off this way:

Despite his efforts, that sock would not come off:

He finally figured it out:

I love the times like this when Jack is his crazy, silly self. He is not easily prone to laughing (you have to work at it to get a laugh from him), so when he makes himself laugh, it 's great.