Our little Jackers turned 3 at the beginning of January, and I continue to feel so bad that we stuck with him with a birthday a week after Christmas - seriously, at that point we're just kind of zoned out and putting away decorations and breaking brand new resolutions and trying to put our lives back on some sort of track for school to start again. I mean, last year we took the kid to the dentist on his birthday and this year we gave him a haircut - it's his party and we'll make him cry if we want to??? I tried to make it up to him by following him around for an hour, doing whatever he wanted (also what I do the other 363 days a year...):
and luckily, other people stepped in to make the day special, including his new nursery teacher Sister Swenson (who dropped off a balloon and a puzzle and a card and FRUIT SNACKS) and Grandma Pam!
We celebrated with delicious cake the next day after church, and Chuck took the lead on decorating - with help from the rest of the Izatt men, of course:
Our little marshmallow lover was thrilllled with the final product; he still talks about it. 
Jack is the funniest little enigma of a three-year-old; we are beyond grateful to be the parents entrusted with figuring him out, haha! Happy birthday Jack!
2 comments:
Yeah, I can agree that the first week of January is kind of a rough time to have a birthday! This was a cute post. And it made me happy. Please keep going!
He is an adorable enigma! (And in my experience, funny three year olds turn out to be lovely witty people. Ahem, Caroline. I have high hopes for your mister.)
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