It happened this evening in the backyard while Jackson was playing t-ball. The Diego and Baby Jaguar potty made it to the rescue.
Jackson finally got to have a handful of "ice cream treats," AKA Dibs. They're chocolate covered bites of vanilla ice cream. He LOVED them.
Daddy was proud. Mommy was proud. Jackson was proud. Yeah, Mister! Praise the Lord!
*Other facts about our day:
-Our breakfast toast was on super fresh bread. Yum.
-I got my license updated with my new address...five months later.
-I had blood drawn by the strangest man I've ever met. I may be writing a letter.
-Jackson got to talk to Ella on the phone. Ava, you're next!
-I got to visit with the LPM girls during their lunch hour.
-Jacks and I narrowly escaped being run over in the MDO parking lot.
-This may be TMI, but I was having trouble breathing this morning and I finally realized that I may have outgrown a certain piece of clothing that was compressing my rib cage. Dang, Gina.
-Curt got to feel the baby kick.
-Have I mentioned how much I hate politics? I'd rather wallpaper my house with pictures of Nicholas Cage, Clay Aiken, and Donald Trump with their terribly bizarre hair than listen to all the bull flying around about both parties for the next two months. Gross. Yes, I'm going to vote but this whole process is like fingernails screeching on a chalkboard to me.
I'll leave you with this silly picture of Beckham that we took last week. Jackson was cracking up about something and I looked over and saw this goober.