Jack is Three!

On April 16th Jack turned three. I'm really not quite sure where the past three years have gone, and I really can't believe he's three already. It seems so big to me...two was still kinda a baby, but three is not so much so. In the last few months he seems to have developed into a little boy complete with a big boy attitude!
We had Boppa and Momma over for supper on the actual night, and then had his party at the swimming pool with his friends on the Sunday, and then had ANOTHER family party back here after that. We definetly had too much cake floating around here!
He got lots of great presents...including a new bike from mommy and daddy, and TONS of the movie Cars stuff. Uncle Shawn and Aunt Nicole bought him a Cars clock...they might as well have given him the moon!

On his brand new Big Boy Bike...


Talking to Uncle Kevin and Auntie Lori in Cuba...he got tons of long distance phone calls for his birthday from all across the world! Edmonton, Florida, Cuba!


A little spit never hurt anyone...


Boppa and Will...


At his swimming party with Daddy...


Our neighbor Nevi with Alyssa...


Jack and Mercedes...


Uncle Shawn and Miss Cooper...her first party!


Alyssa...


Waiting for presents...


The Clock!!


Don't be alarmed...this IS my Mark drinking pop. Yes, pop.


A new baseball game from Uncle Mike and Aunt Sharon. He really likes it, and he's pretty good at hitting the ball...just like mommy!


The new "Pug" from Uncle Kevin and Auntie Lori. He loves it!


The Cars Cake!


The last round of spit!

Memo to Jack

Dear Jack:
I know it's hard to be two-almost-fwee, but seriously, son, let's try to keep it real. Let's try, anyways. Here are a few points to ponder...


Mommy is not your personal slave. I may be your personal chef, maid, and caregiver, but I am NOT your slave. "Get my duck", is not my favorite line,and when I ask you to ask a different way, "MOMMY, GET IT NOW!" is never going to go over well. EVER.


Stop crying when it's time to get dressed. Both of your grandmothers have spent a fortune on clothes for you, wear them. Pajamas all day long is not an appropriate outfit unless you live in a trailer park. Which we do not.




We have proven for many weeks now that you know how to use the potty. Randomly deciding not to is simply not an option. Pee and poop is not fun to clean off the floor. AT ALL.



Again, I feel I need to tell you that you are too big for William's exersaucer. Again, you will get stuck in it if you get in it. Ordering me to get you out will not have me running. You may, in fact, find that you will spend longer in it.




Putting your hands around William's neck is NOT hugging. It's called choking. And mommy doesn't like it.


Almost a whole bottle of Purel Hand Sanitizer at one time will not make your hands "extwa keen". One or two squirts is all you need, not the whole flippin' bottle.


To be honest, dumping all your toys everywhere and dumping your crayons and markers everywhere is not really playing. I know you think it is, but it's not. It's called a "Make More Work For Mommy Project". Throwing a tantrum because I asked you to clean up your crayons is not really necessary either.





When mommy and daddy ask you to use your fork instead of your hands to eat your rice, "No" is not the response we're looking for. "OK" works much better. And, we also expect you to actually use the fork.


Sometimes mommy temporarily loses her mind. Please do not feed off this. For example, if mommy leaves the roll of stamps on the table, do not make a picture for daddy with them. They aren't stickers.


Please do not bring your trike off the deck and ride it in the kitchen. Please.

Please do not scream at the top of your lungs and laugh when Will starts to cry.

Please do not ever, ever again ask the cashier at WalMart (or anywhere) if she has nipples. She does. EVERYONE does.



You definetly keep things interesting. Thank God for naptime. I love you, sweet boy. I hope the next fwee years are as awesome as the past fwee have been.