In a rare fit of cooperation last week, I was able to get several good shots of the boys where—get this—they actually looked at me. And SMILED while doing so. It was one of those moments where I briefly mourned that they were only dressed in play clothes, Jonathan needed a comb through his hair (when does he ever NOT), and Jackson refused to part with his trusty hat and sunglasses. But whatever. It is what it is. And I’ll take what I can get.
Love and miss you all.