I'm so glad you're my baby boy, Jack. A son is amazingly different to a Mommy. Lilly's my sugar, Anna's my spice and you are totally the snakes, snails and puppy dog tails. You are a wild ride and every day an adventure. You do things that would never even occur to me because in a million years your sisters would have never attempted them (scale a ten foot ladder at the cottage anyone?) and you're only TWO! But you're already TWO! How?! When?! Where does it go?!
I love watching you grow. Girls were easy for me to figure out. Even Anna Jane! I mean she's my sixteen year old self incarnate. So girls? I got girls. But boy oh boy and you are ALL boy - what the?!? I love it! Balls? Yes, please! Cars and trucks? Don't mind if you do! Gettin' dirty? Get it son. But then? There's this sweet side of you that commands my heart like nothing else and I am putty in your grubby dirty little hands. Out of nowhere you kiss your Mommy. With conviction, too. You run and bear hug your sisters when we pick them up from school - you practically knock them over! And they love that! You call us all by the wrong names but it's okay 'cause it's so cute. ("Daddy? Anna!" We are all either Daddy or Anna. Even me which I'll admit sometimes stings a little but hey...you're Daddy's pretty charming). Every morning at almost exactly 6:30 you stand up in your crib and call "Daddy! Toby!" Every morning. Of course by Daddy you totally mean Mommy so it's cool. I love you jack! I love what you do for this family. There's no denying that you're pretty darn spoiled and we all have fun doing it. Your future wife will thank me I'm sure.
You're awesome Jack. Just awesome. And we all love you. More than you love cars - and that's a WHOLE lot.
Love,
Mama
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