He may have had a birthday, but Jack is a baby. He will always be a baby. I will change his name to Peter Pan if I have to. Because what would I do without a baby? I've had a baby for more than 11 years. Babies are my jam.
So seriously, don't tell me he's not a baby anymore or I'll cry. Let me live in denial. It's the right thing to do.
I will not allow him to grow up, but I couldn't deny him a celebration now, could I?
He's really obsessed with trains right now, so Thomas was a hit.
And I think he loved the stuffed Curious George from Grandma Linda and Grandpa Don just as much.
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Happy Birthday Jack!
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