Happy Birthday Jack: The Morning Edition

Jack flung himself into our bed at 5:15, shouting, "Dada! Me three!"

By 5:45, he could hold off no longer, so he threw his new sweater from Bomma on over his jammies and (in his words) "me rushed downstairs."

After an obscenely early wakeup and some donuts, we are anticipating total meltdown somewhere between his family lunch part y and his bouncy-house preschool friend party. Should be epic.

Here are some pictures of his morning.