This month, we finally decided it was time to cut your hair. The constant barrage of "darling girl" comments drove us to it, Jack. Your dad was worried that like a biblical Samson we may risk removing all of your powers by cutting off your lengthy locks. He had nothing to fear, as it happens. You continued to be the crazy, rambunctious kid we know, maybe even with new and improved super powers. Since then, we have not received one single girl-like comment about you. You may thank me later for having saved your masculinity at such a tender age.
Your adoration for our dog, Theo, has skyrockted this month as well. Nary a moment will pass that you aren't calling out "Eeeeeeooooo" and searching out your new favorite buddy. Little did we know Theo would come to serve so many purposes in your life: best friend, entertainer, tag team partner, punching bag, step stool. Luckily, he is quite possibly the most patient dog on the face of the Earth. He has also quickly learned that you rapidly approaching with your toy truck is a signal for DANGER DANGER MOVE IT DOG OR PREPARE TO BE RAMMED IN THE RIBS WITH THE BIG RIG OF DOOM.
Your constant curiousity and desire for the outdoors has not faltered one bit. Each morning, you look forlornly out to the patio, eyeing that water table sitting all by itself NOT BEING PLAYED WITH and the sand box SCREAMING YOUR NAME and the flower boxes NOT BEING UPROOTED REGARDLESS OF MOM'S DESIRES. You burst with utter glee when we tell you to go get your shoes so you can go outside. It's like being released from a prison. Yes, a prison with your own personal chef, chaffeur, and complete health care benefits. It must be torture living like that, Jack. Only because we know we will want to further torture you one day with stories of your ridiculous hair and lively discussions, we have provided this video wrap up for you this month. I love you, my little Banana Devil.
Love,
Your Momma
