This is Jackson’s spring school photo.
I asked him why he didn’t smile like he normally does, and he said he’s embarrassed about his teeth. Poor boy!! He has a spacer currently, and will be getting braces in a month. I told him his smile is beautiful regardless, but that his teeth will be in much better shape next time. But…look at how big he’s gotten!! ❤️😍❤️
I don’t have Freya’s spring pics back yet, but look at this pic her mom took on Tuesday night.
I can’t believe how grown up she looks. ❤️❤️
It’s goes by so fast.
I didn’t get any good pics, because we were in the back. But look at how grown up he seems.
I took my son to federal court with me during his spring break. While there, he drew this seal he saw above the bench. As luck would have it, I rediscovered it today while preparing for court. ❤️
I am so fucking tired of buying clothes for my kid that then get sucked into the black hole that is my ex-husband, never to be seen again. So now I have to send him to school in too short pants and buy more shit later today.
Our dining room table has turned into a D&D table almost full time. ❤️
We mostly eat at the island or in the breakfast room anyway, so it’s not a big deal. I actually love walking through and seeing the remnants of a game.
There’s no point clearing it now, because we’re playing again this weekend.
I forgot to post this earlier:
I enjoyed having him at work with me today. ❤️
Today Jackson said –
“I’m the pancakes, Freya is the french toast, Dave is the waffles, and you are the maple syrup that holds us all together.”
I don’t get why he was going with a breakfast theme to describe our family, but I thought it was really cute.
The bestie just texted these over.
Jackson photo bombed us ❤️
Jackson had a lot of fun at Flying Spider. He’s a genuinely happy kid, and I hope it stays that way.
Freya refused to allow herself to have fun and spent most of the time sulking. This moody teen shit is already getting on my nerves. We had a talk about it, and she apologized, but I can tell shit is about to get real.
I am walking this fine line with her: how much slack do I give her, knowing she’s going through a lot of shit, versus not allowing her to take advantage and act shitty to us.
I miss the simpler times. Sigh.