What can I say about this boy. He is a solid kid. You can hardly carry him anywhere, with out your arm falling off. He is already in a size 3t. It seemed like it took Ryder forever to get there. He is a good eater most of the time. Luckily he did not get the bad gag reflects, from Ryder, so you can force feed this kid. He loves animals. Elk, horses, cows, you name it he loves it. He talks up a storm. He says cows eat grass. " Mamma watch watch" as he runs in circles. He calls his grandpa's Pa. Which is funny. He loves to fight his brother. All the time he comes running to Ryder with his hands in fist saying " Fight Ryder Fight" Then they will have a throw down wrestling match. And Jax can hold his own. Many times Ryder will come away crying. He is very out going. Loves to show off. He is the worst shopper ever. Hates the stroller unless you are going on a walk. At the mall not so much. He is a crazy kid always can make you laugh. He loves his BINK. He will move his crib to find them under his bed. It is like he has a secret stash of them. He will always sneak them. It will be a challenge for me to take it away. He is addicted.
He also love to brush his teeth. He hears the water turn on and he comes a running for his brush.
My dad has made a horse for all the grand kids. Mine was the first ever to be made and is still at my moms house. She wanted to give it to me but the kids play with it when they come visit. Jaxon is a wild man on his horse. He is all about the horses these days. Crazy Ryder never got stuck on one thing.
So I had issues at the party. The video camera wouldn't work and I guess I didn't get a picture of Jaxon with his cake. So this is it.
It was quit the week for us. But I am proud to say we did celebrate his birthday on the day. Not like last year when it was like two week later. Grandma Mel came out for the night. All of lanes family was there to. You would have thought it was Ryder's birthday instead of Jaxons. Ryder opened all the presents and was excited for them. Jax just sat back and let it happen.




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