This boy is 5.

On January 19th, 2006 at 5:07 EST I was flooded with the most profound, intense emotions that I had ever experienced.


The first thing I asked Jack this morning was if he feels older now that he's five. He promptly responded with a slightly puzzled expression, "Yeah, I feel like I can do more karate moves and stuff."


Just remember to use it for good. Not for evil.

Greetings, strangers.

Hello? Hello?? Is this thing on??

MERRY CHRISTMAS


Love, The Baileys

Convincing the world you're an archaeologist: A tutorial.

Jack takes his Halloween costumes very seriously (see last year). This year in order to truly inhabit the role of Indiana Jones he has resorted to Method Acting for the last two weeks. He's our own little Robert De Niro (in a role originally made famous by Harrison Ford).

This is how Indy intimidates:

In order to rally confidence in his sidekicks/girlfriends the arm pump is essential:

And whip skills? A must. Also a clenched fist, apparently:

Micah didn't tap into the principles of Method Acting to play the role of a chicken. Thankfully.

Blessed.

We spent a busy twelve days in Utah visiting family. Amy and Greg came up from Arizona. Grandma Vandagriff flew in from Iowa. It was fantastic.

I'm still recovering. And not feeling very witty today. So some pictures with simple captions will have to do.

We went to the Museum of Ancient Life:



Went to the aquarium:


Obediently posed for pictures with Great Grandma:


Not so obediently posed for pictures with Great Grandma:


Went on low-key nature walks:

Practiced turning Mom into a puddle of goo:

Pondered whether or not all the attention was overwhelming:


Or under-whelming:


Posed for a Blessing Day photo nine hours after the blessing actually took place (thank goodness somebody remembered):


We also went to the BYU-Washington Game, ate out every single day but Sunday, saw relatives from SLC, ate lots of garden-fresh tomatoes, went to the Alpine Slide, went bowling, sat for hours in the massage chair, and spent our days chatting away...but alas, we don't have pictures of every single event.

Did you really want to see a picture of me eating all-you-can-eat meat at Tucanos anyway? Didn't think so.