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3 Years Ago...

we welcomed this little guy into our family! As we packed the bag for the hospital, Tony asked me if I wanted the car seat installed before we left. I did. He then informed me that I better do it if I wanted it installed correctly. I did. Then I got in his truck. He was putting the Christmas tree in the bed. Yes, he stopped to drop off the tree at the collection center on our way to the hospital! For all the craziness beforehand, the birth was the calmest I ever experienced.




My, how much they change in that first year! I like that it looks like he is holding up one finger.

Two fingers is harder to do, as you can see. For my dairy intolerant little guy, I made a carrot cake and frosted only part with cream cheese frosting (because really, the frosting is the best part!) and left some unfrosted for him.

Three fingers for three years! I reminded Anna this morning that it was Jack's birthday, to which she responded: I thought he looked taller.


I don't know if you noticed, but he has celebrated each birthday in a different house! Home is where the Army sends you.

Happy Birthday, my little man!


Comments

  1. CindyJanuary 6, 2010 at 11:47 AM

    How precious! Look at all the hair on that baby! It must be hard traveling all the time.

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  2. KarenJanuary 7, 2010 at 8:30 AM

    What a cutie! Isn't it your birthday, too? Funny that there's no mention of that!!

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