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Jack is Four

Jack turned four years old last weekend, and we celebrated with pizza, cake, ice cream, balloons, presents, and MONSTER JAM! We had a total blast, and as of yesterday, we’re still recovering.

My plan, (don’t laugh) is that now Jack is four, to start making him sit for practical homeschool lessons. We’ve been focusing on letters and numbers, what they are, where they go, and who they belong to for much of this past year. I’d like to advance into handwriting this year.

Jack draws, he draws cute little stick people, but that’s a relatively recent development.


I got him a new chapter book for his birthday, I read it to him, of course, and the lack of pictures tortures him but it impressed by the presence of so many letters.

Jack is still really into vehicles and play acting. He’s always acting out little scenes and monologues and telling us stories, and that’s how he processes new information and stores it in memory. He also likes to teach his little-stuffed animals their colors and numbers etc., and it’s adorable.

Anyway, here are some pictures of us from the last few weeks.




Are we having more children?

No. I don’t think so. Birth control is my friend.

Jack is a handful and half while also managing to be a miracle child. We consider ourselves extremely lucky to have him, and very fulfilled by his singular presence. Plus he’s got his mama, his dada, his Grammy, and his auntie all wrapped around his charming little finger, and wont so much as let me hold another baby.

Jack completes our family perfectly, and quite frankly we don’t want to chance it with another high risk pregnancy or preemie baby.

Jack’s Second Birthday

This past Wednesday Jack turned two years old, which still blows my mind. We celebrated quietly at home, just family. He has been effectively spoiled and fortified with birthday cake. Tomorrow we are taking him to a children’s theme park and petting zoo for a proper birthday outing.

Jack has been in such a sweet mood, almost sentimental for the past several days. It’s as if he remembers all he endured those two short years ago. I am grateful for the extra hugs and kisses and snuggles though.