The reason being, that Jacie-Jace is 5 today.
And yes. He has been my best, easiest kid, and he can also be my hardest, drive-me-to-drink kid.
(You are not imagining things-- the water in our Houston home was yellow).
My worst sleeper by far. Yet such a happy lil baby.
My Iron Man singin',
Worst-tantrum-you've-ever-witnessed 2 year old. (Just ask our friends in Gastonia, NC-- they've got stories. Also, I've got video/pictures)
He's the different one. While the other 3 are little clones of each other, he's the "switched at birth" one.
I really need to trade lashes with this kid. What little boy needs lashes like that? C'mon!
He's my totally sweet, yet hates hugs and kisses, can't stop talking, social, gonna be in trouble in school, child.
And gosh darn it,
I love that kid.