March 18, 2013 at 10:42 pm , by Nick Shell

2 years, 4 months.

Dear Jack,

I love these pictures of you. They crack me up, but at the same time, they’re very sweet.

On Saturday at Shipwrecked indoor playground, after you finally got to ride in the Buzz Lightyear car, then played in the ball pit, then at the train table, then read at the book nook, and then the building blocks… there was still one more activity you felt obligated to mark off your checklist:

Take a baby doll for a spin in the stroller.

These pictures of the event are hilarious to me for a few different reasons.

For one, you couldn’t look any more like a macho, GI Joe kind of boy; wearing your green football hoodie and camo pants. You always keep a straight posture, showing your high confidence level.

Second, you meant business! You were so serious about strapping in your baby correctly. I might even say you were too serious.

Lastly, I guess, is simply a combination of those two things:

You were a macho-looking GI Joe toddler boy who was serious about taking care of a baby doll in a pink and purple stroller.

I enjoyed watching you transform such a traditionally girly activity and turn it into a boy’s sport. Needless to say, you ended up taking your baby on an off-road excursion on a balance beam that had a ramp.

(That’s you- always relating everything back to monster trucks!)

Perhaps your baby stroller adventure had something to do with you being wired to be a big brother.

Wait… no… don’t get the wrong idea!

I’m not saying that… it’s not even April Fool’s Day yet.

You are an only child until further notice- and this definitely isn’t that notice. I am aware of no notice whatsoever.

All I’m simply saying is, I am able to see that if in the next couple of years, not months (!), you happen to become a big brother, you will be a natural.

You will push that baby stroller like a boss. Or a big brother.

 

Love,

Daddy