Dearest Jackson

My dearest Jackson,

I love you more and more each day.  You crack me up with your Jack-isms every day.

This week we were in a store and you told me, loudly, that Daddy farts too much.

You also told me this grand story of how the rock you found first turned into a dinosaur tooth, then a dinosaur ate it, then it turned into a rock again.

We went to the Farm yesterday.  You loved it!  You rode a pony twice and did such a great job.

Today you and I sang "I shot the sherriff" with the modified lyrics of "I shot the Guarker, but I didn't shoot the deputy".  You also told me that Daddy is the "guarc-master", Mommy is the "driving cars master", Jack is the "pineapple master" and Sammy is the "crying master".

Later in the evening, Sammy was upset and you went and kissed his head and told him it would be okay.  What a sweet brother!

I'm so proud of how well you are doing with the potty!

I love you more than anything sweet Jackson.

--Mommy