Grandma
We had a LONG afternoon playtime in the bouncy seat thingy. Picture #1 is towards the end of about 30 minutes of heavy-duty bouncing. I'm surprised Jackson didn't hurl with all the up and downing he was doing. As you can see, he resigned to the laid back position when his Tigger-ness wore off. Picture #2 here is a sweet expression... most importantly, it captured a good eye shot: What do you think, green or blue?
Jackson and I attended a Martin Luther King Jr. service Monday in Worthington. He was such a trooper as his mommy sat all teary eyed listening to the gospel music and then shed more tears getting all caught up in the personal memoir (reenacted BEAUTIFULLY) of Sojourner Truth, a New York slave. I'm such a sap about that holiday. Not only is MLK such a hero to me, but I swear there's black blood running through my veins, cuz I got SOUL, yall. There Jackson and I were, seated on the last pew of the church where the service was held. We appeared to be a very conservative white family. But when that gospel got goin, you better believe I was the first to start the clappin (or maybe the 20th or so... the black choir's congregation members up front beat me to it). I almost yelled "Sing It!!! Amen, Yall" but decided not to overindulge.