What do you mean I can’t go upstairs?
Put the shapes in the corresponding holes, please, Jack has a better idea.
After a good long nap, Jack woke up with bead head, and to his Savta. Savta brought Jack a beautiful grogger, and then we went to the tot megillah reading. Jack loved shaking his mac and cheese!
Jack joined his dad on the city’s trolley for the annual St. Patrick’s day parade for the second year in a row.
Yesterday, Jack and I enjoyed a picnic. My sweet sweet boy sat with me the whole time enjoying his lunch.
