jackson's 6th

We celebrated Jackson's 6th birthday in June. June 2nd at 2:30 to be exact. After much agonizing, we decided to get a magician. (I still think kid's birthday parties are out of control, but at the same time, the thought of entertaining 12 kids in my house terrifies me.)

He loved it. LOVED it. Still talks about it with the biggest grin on his face ("The magic wand was a fake chicken!!!").

The best part, hands down, was that Jon was able to fly home from LA on May 31st to be here. The BEST.

remiss

Haven't even posted pictures of Jackson's birthday party :(. Need less to say, it's been a trying/busy/hanging-onbymyteeth kind of past few weeks. This picture from Mimi's house makes me smile though. It's Jackson opening Uncle Michael's present.

lemon birthday cake

Mimi made a delicious cake for Jackson - lemon cake with red, blue and yellow frosting - as requested by the birthday boy.

happy 6th birthday, Jackson!

 


Dear Jackson, 

My sweet, sweet boy. Today you turn 6. 

You are a gentle, kind, mellow (except when you get crazy), thoughtful, handsome and smart little man. You are learning to read - in fact, last night I heard you reading Pajama Time to Cade after you were supposed to be in your bed, standing up, leaning over his bed to read it to him. You're already good at math. 

I'm so incredibly proud of you, of what you accomplish, of who you are becoming. You only want to wear Superhero shirts. You have trouble putting on your socks. You love to dance to Gangam Style. You love to make your own movies. You still love to climb trees. You lost your first tooth. You learned how to ride a bike. You can put together a Lego set faster than I can read the directions for it. You love kittens, puppies and chicks like there's no tomorrow. Your big blue eyes kill me every time I look into them. This past year has been a hard one for you - Kindergarten, a new school, new friends, new routine, new everything. Some days you need a lot of hugs. As we know, you are an anxious little guy, and you struggle sometimes to stay strong. Nightmares are common, and we don't watch a lot of movies because you tend to be afraid of everything. You draw in your journal - actually, your index of Superhero, Good Guys and Bad Guys, every night, and you can't seem to brush your teeth without making a mess of your chin and the entire bathroom.

Happy Birthday, my dear sweet boy. I love you more than you can imagine - I will love you forever and ever, "googaplex times infinity plus 101" - as big as the Empire State Building.

Love, Mama

PS Letters on your first birthday, your second birthday, and your third birthday, fourth birthday, and fifth birthday.