Whisker Tag...

I consider myself pretty lucky to have a cheering section when using the restroom.  If Jackson happens to wander through while I am standing at the toilet he will stop, clap his hands, and say "Yay daddy!".  I do feel like I've really accomplished something when that happens.  I am pretty sure it's supposed to be the other way around, but I'm good with whatever works.

Last night Riley thought of an interesting game called "whisker tag".  It didn't sound good from the outset, but I decided to ask anyway just to see exactly what "whisker tag" entailed.  According to her "everyone gets a turn pulling out a whisker".   Pass.  

(Riley and Emma)

And today after attending the birthday party at the neighbor's house we took a stroll around the circle.  Jackson wanted to get on the bobcat tractor that has been parked here since we moved in.  So today I figured what the heck and put him on it.  Of course Riley wanted to get on too.  I was just waiting for one of them to push some button and fire that bad boy up.  Can just imagine us being here a month and already making the evening news...which in Memphis does include some pretty good stories I must say.