Jones was born. And then he grew up. That's the story.
On September 19th we celebrated Jones all day by letting him do whatever he wanted.
So naturally we took a tour of the capitol building in Madison.
And of course I let Jones stand up on this stroller, which led to him falling on his face. His favorite thing. Okay, so I didn't LET HIM do it, but he did it.
We went to see the tigers and then we consulted a hair specialist to help us understand Jones' early onset male pattern baldness. ;)
We spent the rest of the day at the playground.
Jones likes neither cake nor ice cream, so we dragged him to a bakery (this is true) and he chose the "big Cookie Monster cupcake". His fingers and face turned blue. Loved it. AND he successfully blew out one candle by himself.
Dad finally broke out the camera to document the big moment.
THE END.






4 comments:
Great pictures - that we've been anticipating! What cute kids! Thanks for the vicarious memories.
We love you all!
congratulations -- you are NOT the proud owner of a cat.
I wish I didn't like cake or ice cream. (Well, I am not a big cake fan, but somehow I still manage to eat it whenever the opportunity presents itself...)
Happy birthday Jonesy!
I love the picture of Jones and the giraffe and your headline. Thanks for the laugh.
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