I had to break my own rules and take the kid's pictures out of order because I was so far behind and our schedule is insane. So when the weather would cooperate, I just had to take whoever was available.
Jack turned three at the end of September. So far it's pretty much like two--kind of cute and kind of horrible.
He cries a lot. A really lot.
And he has a plenty of fits. He doesn't like to share. He'll hit when he doesn't get his way.
He still refuses to even sit on the potty.
He also loves to snuggle up for a story.
He says "Thank you" without being prompted.
He has a talent for remembering words and sings along to the music.
He wraps his arms around our necks for delicious hugs.
He loves his "guys" (little action figures) and his blanket.
And I think my all time favorite though, is when he tells me I'm his pup. "You're my little pup, Mom."
You're my pup, Jack.
