::walking::

Guess who finally decided to walk?
He's been doing it for a couple of weeks now, and besides the bumps on the head and bruises that invariably come with the territory, we're all enjoying his newfound skill. He's really a toddler now!

I have much more to come on this subject!

(And thanks to Kari for the darling sock monkey shoes. Baby shoes are my one weakness.)

::school & such::

Not only did Max's sweet school teacher come and visit us in the hospital, but when Max got to school monday morning this sign was waiting for him in the classroom:


It definitely made him feel special and proud. He has a great teacher.
(The sign barely survived an inadequately closed backpack water bottle.)

Here is an adorable timeline Max made at school last week:

August--he's eating a popsicle. September--school. October--halloween. November--baby!! December--Christmas.
So cute, right?

Max loves his baby and that makes me so happy.

And here's a dose of cuteness from today for you. Max was home from school with a cold and it was everything I could do to keep him from coughing on Sandy.


It's like watching youtube movies about fluffy kitties or something. Cute overdose?
You're welcome.

.:.:Happy V Day:.:.

Good morning everybody, and happy Valentine's Day!
Max and I had a little photo shoot with my new lens that I LOVE. He's been practicing the "I love you" sign and almost has it down.
Sorry I have to say it--he's so CUTE!

Working on it...

it's tough to hold fingers like that when you're little....

But sucking fingers must help.....

Finally, he's so comfortable he's flashing that sign like rocker horns or something.
He's one of my special valentines and I love him!!!

::The Cut::

Before:

After:

So now he can see, but he does still have plenty of hair. And he still has his wings which I love so much.
Kris took him to the haircut while I was in class, so afterwards because he was so good Kris took him to Walmart to pick out a "prize" He came home with this ridiculously huge baseball bat.

It's one of those really light ones. You know, I think all of us had one at our house when we were little. I'm not too thrilled about him running around in the house with that thing, but so far he's been fine. For some reason he's very interested in baseball right now which is really weird because neither Kris nor I care about it at all.

I like his haircut. It took me a little bit to get used to it, but now I recognize him (the first couple of days I couldn't pick him out of the crowd when I was picking him up from school). He's not that happy though. He was very upset about it the next morning. Shortly after he woke up he asked me if his hair had grown. Then he reached up and tried to brush his hair down into his eyes. When he couldn't he broke down: "My hair didn't grow!!! Boo Hoo!!"
So we had to comfort him somehow. When we discovered that his hair now looks just like Kelly's (Kris's brother) that really helped. He hasn't complained much since then.

It's just so funny that he's so particular about his hair. I mean, he's not even a little girl! He's just so emotionally attached to it. I do remember crying after haircuts when I was little because I thought I looked ugly though. And Kris is pretty emotionally attached to his long hair. Max must just be a silly combination of the two of us I guess. Makes sense, right?

He's still not as hairy as Sultan though, no matter how hard he tries. Sultan wins every time.

I just keep telling him that it will grow back. What I don't tell him is that when it grows back we'll just cut it again. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.