JETT

My firstie! Man how I love him. I am forever in his debt. I owe him everything. He made me a mom. I love being his mom. He is so silly and smart. He comes up with the craziest stuff. He reminds me so much of his dad. He is into Thomas and Friends. He covets everything "train". He also loves Max and Ruby (I think because he is as mischievous as Max), and Kipper. He loves going to the movies just like his Momma and Dad. Apple Juice is his vice. He cant get enough. According to him, now that he is 3 years old, he can jump higher, go down fast water-slides, ride his trike as fast and crazy as he wants, and hit his brother. Just to name a few of the "rights" bestowed upon every 3 year-old. He got a trampoline for his birthday and he loves it. We told him all morning he had a surprise waiting for him and when he saw it, he said "my prize", and he still calls it that. He loves to sing and dance around. He will turn on "his" music and jump on the bed or couch to his hearts desire.


Now, no 3 year-old doesnt have his moments. And, Jett has a lot of them. Much to my own fault he swears sometimes, spits, hits you and asks "how you like it" and of course he loves to torture his brother (but in the same, he loves on him like crazy).


Jett is my boy. Bottom line; he's my best friend. I wouldn't be me without him. He drives me crazy but he makes me 100% more happy than not. He is simply amazing (what Momma could say different about her child?) But, I'm sure anyone that meets him thinks so too.