Where do I start with this post? Jackson has never liked going to the doctor. He would cry the second we walked in the office and usually wouldn’t stop until I was buckling him into his car seat for the ride home. As he got older, the tears subsided, but he never warmed up to...
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Oh my goodness, what is this??? I finally picked up my camera this weekend. Don’t be too shocked. It was bound to happen eventually. Just in time, Jackson wants a RipStik. We told him he should try out his brother’s to make sure he really liked it and felt like he was ready. The thing...
We like to train them young around here. I figure by seven he’ll be weed-eating the ditch in the back, at least that’s the plan.
