Jack at 6

Another year bites the dust.

How is this possible?

Sometimes it seems like Jack has been around this age forever, and other times I can't fathom how he is anything other than a toddler.

The fact is, my sweet boy is getting older, and bigger, and smarter!

At 6... Jack is as lovable, endearing, unique, and perfect as ever!

Not a day goes by where he doesn't stop us in our tracks in amazement of his randomness.

He still hates food (year after year I wait for him to grow out of that).

Macaroni, Nuggets, Grilled Cheese, Fruit Rope, REPEAT.  Ugh.

Jack still loves costumes (too many to count).

Talks about death and coffins like it's normal.

Worships Darth Vader and all things Star Wars.

Takes a nap EVERY SINGLE DAY (bless his heart).

Jack is playful and loves friends (aka cousins).

He is super social and will make friends with anyone on a playground.

He is curious and inquisitive and literal.

He  is creative and has an imagination like no one I have ever met.

Jack loves Legos...legos...and more legos.

He could tinker for 24 hours straight, I'm convinced.

He is sweet to the core.

Jack knows what he wants/likes and to say he is particular is the understatement of the year.

He is the most observant little human on this planet.

(Example: "Mom... why do you never see people's feet in their coffin, they always have flowers on the top."  WTF?)

Jack adores his little brother, and although he can get a little motherly with his scolding of that brother... he loves no one more.  And, the feeling is mutual.

These two are the best of pals, and Jack is so so so so so excited to be a BIG brother again and to help with the baby.

I think I say it every year.

There is only one JACK.

Man, I'm lucky he's mine.