Even before Jack was born, we were calling him names. From project peppercorn to the m&m, that was before I was even out of my first trimester. Then he was born, we instantly called him the burrito, the little man and Jack the ripper (he had issues with gas). Now we've morphed into a whole new set of names: Baby Man, J.Bob, Jack-a-roo, Jack-a-pino, Jack attack, Jackmeister, Jackie, Jackson, Bub, Buddy and the Big Man. The name Jack gives you a lot of options for nick names... I just hope the rotten little kids he'll go to school with are kind.
Right now "Baby Man, J.Bob, Jack-a-roo, Jack-a-pino, Jack attack, Jackmeister, Jackie, Jackson, Bub, Buddy, the Big Man" seems to have his second ear infection in as many weeks. Every time we try to put him down to sleep he starts screaming at the top of his lungs. I can't stand it when he has tears. So as we speak, he is sleeping on his father's shoulder as we watch the Red Sox - Yankees game. Right now our game plan is to take turns holding him, should prove to be a long night.