Though you’ve rather loved being “free and free-quarters” I’m going to guess you’ll love being four even more – despite the fact that we’ve told you that four is the age when you will have to start taking “no thank you” bites of foods you don’t like (trust me, I don’t look forward to the gagging and dry heaving that will follow those bites any more than you do but you
cannot should not survive life on a diet of Vegamite sandwiches, all manner of processed chicken in nugget and pattie form, applesauce, crust-less waffles, candy and yogurt). Three has been a *ahem* challenge… but that is because God made you strong-willed (which is good) and made your parents just as stubborn (which is probably good, too, since I don’t see you giving us any breaks as you get older).
For some reason, this year more than others, I’m amazed that this little alien baby:
Turned into this amazing kid:
Has grown into this fun-loving boy:
And also equal parts this one:
You love picking Liam up from school…
and donuts (especially from Sandy’s Donuts)
and being a boy
This year, you have kept us entertained…
You lost your first tooth…
You met Jim Abbott who I hope will someday be one of your heroes.
You were much loved by your family (even Liam who often pretends that you aren’t his best friend).
I love your sweet face.
And your silly one.
And your up to no good one, as well.
You are one of my most favorite things and one of the two best things I ever made.
Happy Birthday, Jackers… Love Mom (and Dad – who agrees with everything I wrote, though he would have preferred you not take all the stuffing out of the couch cushion)
Seriously?!?!? FOUR?!?!? sigh. Happy Birthday, Jack!
I know… I weep (except I don’t, because I am not a crier)
He is an exceptionally cute human…delighted to have known him all four years. Happy very belated to your buddy. 🙂
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