One day, when Jasper was about 3 1/2 or so, I helped him get dressed while he was standing on his bed. As soon as we finished, he jumped down and, in his best Mick Jagger strut, swaggered up to his full-length closet door mirror, paused in a saucy one-shoulder-dip pose, and exclaimed: "How GROOVY!! How groovy and handsome I am!!!"From that day on, Greg called Jasper 'Groovy Handsome'. That is, until he got a look at my baby's daddy and amended the moniker with the addition of a second-generation ranking.
Happy Birthday, Junior!!
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Health and happiness mister man...
I thank you on his behalf.
We had a lovely, low-key, food-filled (ugh...Krispy Kremes and stuffed pizza...too effin' much) day.
Movie, hanging out...
just a nice day.
And then the phonecall from BRAWKIE-BRAK-BRAWWWK! WHEEEEEEEEEE!
-Lorelei
Happy Be-lated, Jasper and give your mom a wet kiss for me on her birthday.
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