Who told Jake he could grow up? My littlest guy is getting way too big, way too fast.
We threw him our go-to family birthday party tonight. Pizza, cupcakes, cousins and gifts. Dirt, sticky drinks, sports, and thankfully, perfect weather.
My sister took a boat load of pictures (thank you Jeanette!) and I just couldn't narrow them down.
Jake reminded us (as he does a lot lately) to say a prayer for the food. My nephew kindly helped him out.
I love this kid. He is mischievous and sneaky. He back-pats when he hugs. He waves and yell "HI!!" to every single person he sees. He doesn't say many words, but he sure isn't quiet. He is obsessed with trucks, dogs, basketball and books. He'll only eat granola bars for breakfast. He still loves to be swaddled at night. He still uses a binki, the blue being his favorite. He is pigeon toed and also walks on his tippy-toes. He doesn't really walk, he runs. He brings Ben his blanket whenever he gets sad. He loves helping with yard work and cleaning. He skateboards on his belly. He is funny and smart and he makes my heart melt and I'm so lucky to be his mom. I love him like crazy.



















