Take all of the joy of a birthday -
presents, whatever you want for dinner, cake, candles, friends, presents, presents -
and imagine putting it all in a big beautiful santa-like sack and then stomping on it,
jumping, squishing, smooshing everything.
That's what the anticipation for Jacob's birthday felt like. He whined so incessantly before, during, and after, that it was like he was jumping on the whole sack of bday goodness. Funsucker.
I'm moving on.
Jacob at 1-1/2.
My Jakey is four. I can't believe how quickly it went! Four years ago he came to our home as an early Christmas present. He wasn't due until January, but we welcomed him as our just-in-time tax deduction and prayed that he would survive Bekah's tough 18-month-old love. We had taken blue and pink outfits to the hospital not knowing which he would be or even which we wanted, but when we saw we had a baby boy we realized that is exactly what our home and family had needed. 
Jacob at 1-1/2.
Jacob is my sugar and spice, I don't care if that's commonly used for girls...he knows how to give the tightest hugs and best kisses. He is always saying "Mom, I love ya!" and "How are you doing?" He loves to dig in the dirt outside, watch Spiderman, be Spiderman, eat treats, make treats, sneak cookie dough, call Bekah "Becker" because it makes her mad, wrestle with Beau...He also has the best defiant scowl and he will yell and stomp his foot when someone has irreparabley crossed him. Although he is getting faster and more competitive, he is still the slowest kid we have ever met, and he hates the idea of racing if he knows he's going to lose. He loves being a boy and doing a boy things, especially if it means a day out with Daddy to get milkshakes and look at motorcycles.
Jacob I love you! Happy Birthday!
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