Our mom has been spending a lot of time hooked on this dumb show where a bunch of girls are competing over one guy. In our opinion, the guy is a total dork, but what do we know? We're only 2 1/2.
Now that this show is over, she promises to catch up on some blogging. As some of you know, our great grandparents, Memaw and PawPaw, have a creek house that the family goes to pretty regularly. We love it there, because we get to sleep in bunk beds and go fishing. We have our own poles that our Pappu gave us. We never bothered with the prerequisite Snoopy or Barbie poles. No way! We started with our own Shimanos.
Our mom is kinda different. Her friend Angela calls her a hippie. Her friend Austin calls her a bunny hugger, but some of that has worn off on Jackson too. The other day, while Jackson was pretending to fish, Mama asked him if he was going to cook the fish and eat it. Jackson said, "No! That's nasty!" A little part of Mama was pretty proud. We also have a fish that lives in a bowl. Jackson named him Winnie the Pooh. 
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