Jackson, in brief

I've been getting some flack for writing about my new means of transportation, but not about Jackson.

So here's the significant recent news: Jackson got his first tooth! And then he got his SECOND tooth. Thankfully, there's baby Tylenol! He's getting big, but babies all seem to do that. He's also going to sleep without being held down anymore, as well as waking up in the morning and talking to himself for an extended period of time before crying.

Quick addition

The Honda scooter is now insured, titled, registered, and the NJ sales tax paid. If you have no idea what I mean, keep reading below....
In other news, this helmet is the exact one I now own.

And the winner is...

...motorcycle endorsement!

For those who participated in my recent poll, I thank you for your willingness to be good sports. Sadly, you will likely all be wrong. I mean, you still have a chance. Some institution of higher learning MIGHT decide to bestow upon me an honorary academic degree. Someone MIGHT send me to the Caribbean next week to learn SCUBA. It's possible the state police will issue me a handgun permit before I even apply for one. (I do have the application filled out, by the way.) And maybe I'll even play some crazy fiction character and "borrow" a plane from Lincoln Park airport to save the world with.

But surely you're all rational people, and you know none of these things will happen. What has happened is that (after 2 hours at the local DMV center) I have a motorcycle permit. I won't take the road test for several weeks, but I have the scooter and helmet, and by the end of the day I should have insurance, title and registration. No, I'm not going through a mid-twenties crisis. As you can see, this scooter is NOT cool by the standards of anyone with a real motorcycle. I sought the advice of a variety of friends, including the ever-helpful JD.

Feel free to leave appalled or ecstatic comments.

I know, very wannabe space-age. The brand, price, and engine size were right.