At the age of one he could boast of many accomplishments. In one short year he had learned to sit up, crawl, stand, walk, and eat human food .... I mean big people food. He learned lots of other things too (like construction work) and this was all consistent with Mr. Right's dream prior to Jack's birth that someone in the family would have a baby and we would all call him Superbaby.
By two years old, Jack had a little brother who he loved, did repairs around the house, maybe practiced the boy scout oath, and became even cuter which didn't seem possible. He also carried on a conversation like an adult but no adult would ever get away with brushing him off because Jack questioned until he got the answers. His favorite word ... why.
In the past year he's tried out some fake tattoos that he was very proud of, gotten a new little sister he adores, hung out with his brother, learned to command a boat and play in the fall leaves and made a new friend at the Christmas house.
All in all he's had a busy little life and now he's three years old! I don't have a picture of him at 3 because he lives kind of far away but I do have this wonderful picture that his great Uncle Dan took just a couple of weeks ago. Isn't he adorable!
Happy Birthday, Jack!! We love you very, very much!