Jack

Today you turn three Jack. You have been talking about "It's almost gonna be my birthday?" for the last few weeks. Sometimes you call it your "Super Birthday." It's obvious that you understand that birthday's are something special because when you have been frustrated with me or angry with me, you threaten that "It's not gonna be YOUR birthday Mom." Big talk for a little guy. Caedmon is especially excited for you to turn three. He is convinced that after today you will "talk better". I think you talk just fine.

I'm trying to decide if your eyes are going to sparkle more when you open your new red tricycle or when you realize that everyone is singing happy birthday to YOU. Or maybe it will be when you take that first bite of birthday cake. I'm surprised that you didn't just ask to be served a bowl of sugar with three candles in it. Another idea would be to attempt to float your three candles in your bowl of "crunchy ceeyo" for a special birthday breakfast.

Put your thumb over your pinky and raise your hand high. You are THREE!

Happy birthday JackJack.