Calm Before the Storm

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We’ve proven once again that we can’t keep up a regular posting schedule. I think we’re going to have to just tack on videos to the post o’ the week if we want to get them out there at all. I guess we’ll see how that works out today.

Max’s week was actually fairly quiet (as evidenced by the small Flickr set), but that’s mostly because we’ve been trying to keep things easy for us while we prep for the big event.

We started off the week with a trip to a local kid emporium (which will remain nameless because they’re not paying me for product placement). Max enjoyed looking at all the various kid toys, and we couldn’t resist plopping him down for a little equestrian entertainment.

Note the everpresent precautionary hand of mommy.

He also had the opportunity to have his first real play date. I wasn’t there, but I’m told it went well…at least right up until after Max was gone.

Look! They’re all keeping to themselves and playing nicely. I bet it was like that the whole time.

After all that, he decided to settle in for a little light reading.

Callipygian, you say? That’ll come in handy.

He’s been doing a lot of practicing with his walking as well.

Monkey PJs, comin’ at ya.

We decided to take Max up to Sherman over the weekend to get a little work done for his birthday (you’ll see next week). They’ve provided some new entertainment up there with the addition of Rock Band for the Wii. We learned two new things in the process…Richard doesn’t want to sing Roxanne, and mommy can’t play the drums. I don’t mean she’s not capable…she’s actually quite good at them…it’s just that Max finds it completely unacceptable.

Everyone will play with me in this room, OR ELSE.

After all that excitement, we took a day off yesterday to try and get his one year pictures finished up. When that was rained out, we decided to just take it as a day off. Thankfully, Max understood the need for a break and waited until about 1 o’clock this morning to provide us with a reverse replay of dinner…twice. His poor mother (who, it cannot be overstated, is a saint) and I were up for about three hours cleaning up the various messes and doing loads of laundry. Never a dull moment in the lead-up to a birthday, I guess.

Just a few more days, and we’ll have made it a full year. Time flies when you’re doing stuff like this:


We don’t try to understand it, we just laugh at it and enjoy it.

To see the rest of the photos from last week, click here.

Just for the heck of it (and because it shows off his red hair so well), I figure one more won’t hurt.

Two more days, people. Look alive.

Have a nice week, everyone!

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