That's what people used to say whenever I took Jaron anywhere as a baby. From day one (after in incredibly LONG labor) people would comment on what a cute baby he was and how should be on a baby food jar or something. And as you can see, he actually was pretty dang cute. Not only was he cute, but after the first few weeks he was a wonderfully happy little guy. And now, 28 years later today, he's still a cute and happy guy.Jaron was asking me about how we came up with his name or if we had considered any other names for him. Actually we didn't ever really seriously consider any other name. We first came across the name when we went through a temple session and we both really liked the name, it just seemed to fit. I was pretty confident all along that he was a boy, so we didn't ever really come up with any girl names. He was, and always will be Jaron. Which means singer, and ironically he is NOT a singer and when he was a baby didn't like anyone to sing around him. If I would be singing he would come up and put his little hand on my mouth and say "No, mommy no". Admittedly, I am no great shakes at singing, but I'm not tone deaf either.
As the first born he always seemed to take his position as the eldest very seriously and felt it was his responsibility to inform his siblings of any knowledge he came across, whether it was about the virtues of top ramen vs mac n cheese or what type of car was the coolest. He was obsessed with cars from the time he could pick them up.
In grade school he had to bring in 100 items of the same thing, he proudly took in Part of his hot wheel collection. He amazed me with his ability to identify types of cars on the road and their particular merits. He loved the whole Transformer thing the first time around and went through a period of intense sport card collecting. (When he came home the last time he went through boxes and boxes eliminating)Jaron has a good artistic eye and did some rather nice drawings when he was in junior high but hasn't really taken it any further. He has always had an amazing memory for events, and has in incredible ability for sports facts and other bits of trivia like his grandpa V and aunt C, definitely not like me!
It's getting late (the stupid internet was down almost all day today so I couldn't do this earlier) and I need to end this. But, I just want to let Jaron know how very much I love him. What an intelligent, kind, funny and thoughtful person he is. He tells great stories and can make you laugh and carry on an in depth conversation about current events whether it be political, social or sports related. He is a good communicator and has been a constant joy in my life. He makes great choices in life, just look at the great wife he chose! Thanks buddy for being so good to your imperfect mom. I am so glad you're a part of my life.
I'm sure some of you have some memories you could share too... (No booger stories Kels! :0)
I just realized that in all three of these pictures he is wearing homemade clothes of one sort or another...This for the boy who became a teenager who HAD to have certain name brand clothes, and now he's come full circle, well not to homemade clothes, but he doesn't have to have name brand. I think comfort and reasonable price are the motivating factors now.
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Ahh the Jaron memories. Didn't he do the no shower thing too?
He certainly had the baby/childhood charm.
I still harbor guilt from a trip I took to Seattle to pick him up. He had that horrible bi-level mullet that many boys were sporting. (he was 10 or 12?) Several people had teased him about the hair and tried to convince him to cut it.
While in Seattle I took him to a play rehearsal with one of my old theater roomates where we watched a bunch of male dancers. My friend informed us that most of the dancers were gay. Many of them sported the same mullet as Jaron and I overtly hinted to him that his mullet might indicate something. He was no dummy, and he got his hair cut after the return home.
So first, my apologies to Jaron if I traumatized him about his sexuality.
He must have recovered as we have played many an enjoyable game as adults with no bitterness over hairstyles.
Happy Birthday..
Bummer that whole 420 thing is stuck on his b-day!
Ohhhh he was adorable. That's the Jaron I remember, havn't seen him in a very long time.
I have plenty of Jare Bear memories! I remember riding in the car past Southcenter mall listening to the boys singing "Bad, Bad, Bad, Bad Boys' (not the one from Cops but the other one). I remember when he was a baby, bouncing him on my knees to get him to sleep. I think everyone knows about the back "tickling" fetish he has. He would come up and ask "Aunt Miste can you tickle my back?" You'd start rubbing his back and he would just melt and then generally fall asleep. I don't think he has ever lost that particular quirk! He will always be Jare Bear to me!! Thanks for writing this, it brought tears to my eyes as I have so many memories tied to all your kids when they were little. It was a tough time in my life and I will always be greatful that you opened your home to let me be a part of your family. Not once but twice!
You are a positive part of my memories of that time of life too. The being a part of a family thing goes both ways you know. You were there for me many a time when I needed it.
I had forgotten about how he liked to be bounced over your lap to go to sleep, and it was no gentle bouncing. I'm sure there were people who witnessed it who thought about calling child services. He seems to have survived without major brain damage though.
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