Gone to Heaven

Jackson came in sadly from the backyard, and said, "Mom, my ball went to heaven!" He had thrown up his bouncy ball and didn't see it come down anywhere, so he decided that's what must have happened. When I found it for him in the grass, he said, "Oh, it's back."

We have a hard time finding things that Jackson will eat. He likes milk, fruit, and most crackers and snacks, but not much "real food" or anything with sauce, mixed together, etc. So like Katelyn, we're trying to get more into his diet, too. (If they would just follow their mom's example, they'd have no trouble getting enough to eat. That's one area I set a good example in). At the grocery store last week, I told Jackson he could pick anything that he would eat. He chose mini corndogs, so we got them. If he'll eat mini corndogs, that's fine with me - he needs calories and protein.
So we cooked up some mini corndogs, and he bit into one.
"Mom, the inside of this taste-es like a rat."
That was the end of the mini corndogs.

Jackson isn't so much into singing. He likes to cover my mouth if he hears me singing. And kick Olivia if she sings. (I didn't say we were good singers). However, once in a while, if he is in the right mood (not necessarily a good mood), Jackson will break into song. Something like this: "Do you know the bad muffin man . . . "