Birthday party at the Jackson Street Roundhouse, a real historic roundhouse that is now a train museum. We played with toy trains, toured real old coaches and even took a ride on a caboose. My Jackson was in heaven.
Opening presents on the big day, he wouldn't even stop to look at the camera.
The new puppet theater that Dan and I whipped together at 10:00 the night before the birthday (to go with the new puppets, of course, way to plan ahead Mom & Dad). Please excuse the duct tape on the curtains - you all know I don't like to sew much. (Kristina - it's the box!)
Thank you all for your kind birthday wishes for Jackson! Sorry about throwing that letter on the blog without the "grab a tissue" warning. I should have known, since I was sniffling a bit myself. As for those who may feel guilty about not having written their own letters to their kids yet? Don't. This is the letter that I've been meaning to write for the "letter from mommy" section in his baby book for three years now. Yay blog! "Print file," insert into baby book. Daddy's on his own for the "letter from daddy," however. Dan, maybe you can do the 5-year old letter?