Despite being in a bit of a funk these last few days, this weekend allowed me to rejuvenate and see the beauty in the simple things.
First, you all probably noticed the name change and design change. I am not settled on this design but the black was too dark for me.
Second, the weather here in good ol' Albuquerque has been gorgeous. 72 degrees in November...really?!?! I am not complaining. But weather please cooperate come Thanksgiving and Christmas. I need the cold weather that causes little noses to be rose colored and mitten covered hands. Oh! I would also like a little snow. For now though, the warm is good!
My school hosts a Harvest Festival each year. Last year I did not attend because I was 6 weeks postpartum and I really had no desire to take a helpless newborn around all the noise and crowds. This year however, was a different story. We went and we had a grand time. Max hung around the D.J. most of the time.
This boy was gettin' down.
He walked around the school campus as if he owned the place!

He then wanted to walk, but his new fascination with rocks made it very distracting.

So when all else fails, the B.O.B. is there.
The park was fun. Max played on the usual park equipment, he walked in circles, and he ran. He can run, but he is not good at it...like at all. Poor guy gets too excited and this causes falls, tears, and mom moms. I have faith that he will master this skill.
Third, I gave Max his first Oreo. I don't think that I need to explain this experience...but let me say this, he was happy. So happy that he was walking around the house shouting Mmmm...... I think that the next time I eat an Oreo I should do the same thing. He expressed just how great it was perfectly.
The red stained cheeks...compliments of the spaghetti!
And last...A box. A box helped me to shake out of my funk straight into happy cheerful me. Which by the way is so much more fun then being blah all the time! My little fearless toddler thinks he can do just about anything. So why not climb into a box head first on tile floor??
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Just found this picture on my phone. Max has not been the best sleeper lately. Around 1:00 a.m. tears and cries come shooting through the monitor. I just scoop him up and bring him to bed. The other morning I woke up to this...
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