Well, it happened. He’s officially a teenager! I don’t care how old he gets, he’s still my baby, so, Happy birthday, baby. Hope it was a great day!
The fair means games for my little weirdos. They always come home with tons of little stuffed animals, guns, arrows and such. We stopped at a water gun bulls-eye game and the boys couldn’t catch a break, but the guy running the booth was determined that Jackson was going to be a winner.He kept letting...