This is my son, Jackson, who I and I alone call "Ya-Ya." He is something else. To say that he thinks the sun rises and sets in his butt is an understatement...but you gotta love him. He eats, sleeps, and breathes baseball.
He is my baby, and is treated as such...much to my husband's dismay. My thoughts are that it will not be long before he will not even want to be seen in the same car as me, MUCH LESS want me to kiss and hug him...or God forbid hold him in my lap and sing him to sleep. So for now, he is still my baby, and he loves..."Being Blue."
He just turned 7 on December 19th...which apparently causes teeth to fall out, because this is what he looks like now...
He is my baby, and is treated as such...much to my husband's dismay. My thoughts are that it will not be long before he will not even want to be seen in the same car as me, MUCH LESS want me to kiss and hug him...or God forbid hold him in my lap and sing him to sleep. So for now, he is still my baby, and he loves..."Being Blue."
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