There has been little progress on producing a "bubbub-free" Jackson, and just as much non-progress on pottie-training.
Nana and I have picked up were we left off thirty-some-odd years ago with pretending we don't smell something and telling the child to "go hug Nana" or "Poppa wants you" or whatever it takes avoid the issue at hand.
Jackson went to the State Fair yesterday and witnessed a goat birth, chickens hatching, and a cow judging. I think the chickens hatching was a bit traumatic for little Jackson - he didn't quite seem the same while gathering eggs at the Farmage later that day.
There are many more things to report, but it's already 10:02am Wednesday morning and I'm tired, and it's time to start duct-taping little Jackson to his chair so Nana and I can get our morning nap.
But, first, we have to pick up some money . . .
