The boys love to follow me around. They flock to me like I'm some magical creature. It's amazing! But they tend to gang up on me too, one hanging off each leg. Right now, our kitchen is the new "peach pit" and they love playing with the "jukebox" (aka the fridge farm). They love taking all the magnets off the fridge and throwing them on the floor. Then they laugh. And then I clean up after them. And then they laugh. At me. Where is the justice!?
My sad attempt at brushing Jackson's hair straight!