Boys are Sure Different than Girls

Jackson LOVES making messes.  You can't tell from the pictures, but there is chocolate milk spattered all over the wall behind him as well as all over his shirt and mine.  He kept slapping the tray of the high chair and laughing, spattering more milk to a wider radius.   The more I screamed "STOP IT JACKSON!!!!!," the more fun he had.   I was laughing, crying and yelling all at once.   As I was taking the pictures, he picked up his half-eaten string cheese and hurled it at me.  And then he laughed some more. Rachel and Allie never did things like that.  Naughty boy.   

Me and My Shadow

Jackson follows me around the house like a stalker.  When I close the door, he cries and puts his little hands under the door to reach me.  He does it all day long.   Poor little guy, it makes me feel sorry for him a little bit but can I have some privacy please?  

My Beautiful Fairies

Another dance recital has come and gone.  This time the girls were woodland fairies.  They were so excited to perform their parts in the ballet and they were so cute.  They got to wear makeup and that is always exciting when you are a little girl.    I can't believe how grown up they are both getting.  

Float Like a Butterfly, Sting Like a Bee

Jackson looks like he is a prize fighter this week.  Rachel's nomination for Babysitter of the Year has been rescinded and I can't take a shower without putting Jackson in his crib for safekeeping.  I'm getting tired of  hearing all the "you guys should think of better ways to discipline your children" jokes already.  How do you get a black eye from a COUCH for crying out loud?