July 4, 2008.

As soon as we got home with Brancyn, Jack went nuts. He wanted to see what was in the baby carrier. It remined me of Lady and the Tramp. He was standing at the crib, trying to get a peak from underneath the crib, and then finally he gave up and waited paitently beside the crib hoping for a peek. Brancyn's crying didn't seem to bother him, but whenever he would make a squeak, Jack would come running to see what was up. I think it's because he sounded like a little puppy when he made those noises:)