A Moose of a Day

My littlest man is FIVE. My colicky, cranky, demanding, wrinkled little baby has grown into a tornado. A compact, and strong, fast and busy, brilliant little imp who talks a lot, plays hard and reads and writes words, and laughs and snuggles all the time. He is so proud of being five and of all the opportunities it brings, especially the going to big school part - he can't wait (even if I can). With our crazy schedules, we don't have time for a birthday dinner tonight so we're taking Jack out of school early to go to lunch to celebrate, he's chosen Jungle Jim's. He wants them to sing to him, and he's wearing his crown from Amy's.

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