I’ve always said that Jackson is more available as far as picture taking goes, and lately I’ve proved myself right. I’ve noticed an overload of this sweet face in the past couple weeks. I promise to bug Christian for the next week or so camera in hand. I have six scrapbooks filled for Christian, and only half of one done for Jackson, so I guess it all evens out in the end. Last night when the sun was bouncing perfectly off the clouds making great light everywhere I looked, do you know where my boys were? They were getting their showers, separately. I better clarify that for Christian’s sake. He’d die if he thought that I had implied he showered with his little brother, or that he was naked at any point or time in his life. Jackson was in the tub closest to me, so I dragged his little naked but out there before it was gone. He didn’t mind standing in the backyard in a towel at all. That’s the difference between him and Christian. I promise next time to grab Christian, whether he likes it or not. That’s just the kind of mean mom I am.
