Happy B-day JD!

Little man, jaybird, Jayman, JD, Duncan, Scooter, Dunc, blueJay, JJ (just don't tell your dad) Jay, jayler, baby jay, yeehaw boy and even sometimes brat by your brother.....what would we do without you! I am a little late on putting your b-day tribute up for all to see and ohh and aah over! But especially for you to see yourself on the computer!



You are surely one of the best angels sent from heaven! You are always game to play dress up with your sisters and sing at the top of your lungs to Mama Mia (your endings are awesome!) and patient as your big bro teases you to make you more manly, Like that is a necessity! You love you horses and your four wheelers, your bikes and your trucks....you love to wear your boots whether you are naked as a jaybird, shorts or your sunday best! You are always apt to give kisses and loves, especially to your mom as i am surely your favorite! Sigh(I know it will only be for a short while, then Chayce and dad will take over from there).



You are certainly a helper and love to clean and be big and be by mom...your newest task has been to help me with dishes....though it takes me 50 times longer, a change of cloths and a mop to the floor, you do it so diligently and with such zest that I could never say no. (Though I may wait till you are in bed to get them done more quickly...oh wait...maybe that is just my excuse for not doing them....) Your laugh is contagious as is your dancing around our living room and yeehawing your stick horse to a gallop. Your love of jumping on anyone and everyone to ride them for 8 seconds tells me that our future will be in the arena as you follow you dad and grandpa who you have labeled as yeehaw (horse) guys because after all they don't ride cows...they ride horses...and we can't convince you otherwise.



We love that you will hold your hands together and shiver and tell us that you are scared...just to make us go upstairs and get whatever you wanted down and didn't want to go get yourself...I love that you fall and usually jump right back up...even with a goose egg, a scratched cheek and a split lip...and we go on like nothing happened...but later that night you will remind me that you need kisses and hugs...because after all you are still my little boy and only three, even when you want to convince us that you are so much bigger! We love you little man! Happy Birthday!