The one where I'm too tired to think of a clever title
Sooooo, Jackson has been "Jackson" with a capital J, helicopter top and all. His mission as of the last couple of days--to irritate, aggravate, and infuriate the company he is with--in whatever way possible. Consequently, the resident mommy is bone-weary tired, and honestly downright discouraged (how is she ever to raise him to adulthood?!?!)
However, in a search for silver linings I share three things that have made me smile:
He decided he needed a place to hang a bag, and rummaged up a screw-in hook from who-knows-where, and then installed it all by himself . . .
(a few test holes were needed . . .)
(On second thought, you KNOW it's been a bad week when a damaged wall is actually amusing!)
He wrote his name for the very first time EVER, with me dictating the letters!!! Definitely a highlight of the day!
Today I was asked the very cliched, "Why is the sky blue?"
And now I do believe there is a bowl of ice cream calling my name.
I shall sit in the dark and quiet and enjoy it. ;o)