Construction Zone

6.22.13

My baby turned two years old while we were packing and loading up. 

So we pushed a party back and waited until we were out of the house. 

Man oh man...we love Max! I'm pretty sure he has taught me more patience than my other babies. He is our wild one! Is that always typical of the third baby? He isn't saying much these days...but he still finds ways to communicate and get his point across. He grabs my hand and leads me around, or grabs my pants and hair. When he gets out of the bathtub it's routine for us to stop in front of the mirror...and he gabs away to the baby wrapped up in the towel. 

He has a serious love for Yo Gabba Gabba, his hands, jumping, water, and eating a whole lot of food.

This activity was a big hit..literally. Max didn't want to put the hammer down to open presents. 

Max's technique for blowing his candles out was interesting. I thought his hair was going to start on fire. 

The gift opening was fun..but gradually went south. He didn't get the concept I guess. He opened a toy he liked and didn't want to keep going. Oh what a joy he can be sometimes!

Max you've made our lives a bit crazier...but we love you anyway.