I am in a little love...

with you, my beautiful, squirmy, more often than not snot-nosed, blue eyed, full of adventure and with a shock of wild blond hair, all-smiles-boy.

  Jack-Jack so many things about you blow me away. Let's start with your grin, it's ear to ear and completely contagious. Then there is your ability to out scream + scream louder than even our girl can. And she's got some good  pipes.

  The way you nestle your little head into my neck to get/show love just melts me. And how you hand me the silverware from the dishwasher...and immitate the tone of of my " thank you's. " That melts me too.

  Jack, you really love it when daddy throws you up in the air. The higher the better. But then you love everything about your daddy. Down to the very ground he walks on.

  And your diapers, oh my your diapers they can + do clear out a room. No joke.

  Your is an outdoorsy sort of baby. And you cry if the door is opened and you can't go out it.  You love to swing. And growl.  I am pretty sure that the combination of the two make for your very own, very favorite guy baby sport.
 
  Your tough in the sense that you can get a really hard bonk or big owe-ie and hardly notice it but you are also tender + sensitive and you do fall apart if you gets his "feelings" hurt.

  You said please ( once ) today at lunch instead of squawking for more. I was so proud.  That's some serious progress people. And my word, child can you  ever eat.  For an hour straight. So you get called " porker".

  You've totally got a crush on this and this pretty girl.

  Did I mention your grin. You've got this grin that never stops. And I am crazy about it.

  You shock us with your physical + verbal abilities for being under one.

  You think big sister is the bees knees. And you are right she is.  There is nothing I like better than the sound of your combined laughter,  race down the stairs and throughout the house.

  Daddy jokes that " Annabelle is going to grow up to be a race car driver " and  that you Jack, are going to be " a comedian. " No one makes us laugh as much or as hard as you do, sweet boy.
 
  Go ahead, call me crazy but I am praying that you'll grow up to be a pastor and have a desire to tell people about Jesus and the Bible. But more than anything I pray that you'll grow to love the Lord with all your heart, soul and mind. How ever that fleshes itself out in your heart and life is okay with me son.
 
 11 months is right around the corner. And except for the hunger pains...err...squawks and the screaming between 2:00-3:30 am this morning and my failed attempt to wean you, cold turkey off your night " feedings  "...you are our 100% pure boy joy.

I love you. A whole, whole lot. I can't help myself.

XO,
Mommy