Maxwell is going to be the death of me.
On a Saturday afternoon, Trevor and I were talking with one of the leaders(Bo Josephsen) from our local church in the living room. This is who came running in, totally proud of himself...
Bo Josephsen will never forget this visit, I'm sure!Lucky for me, he used washable markers.
A few days later, during a rather pathetic attempt at potty training, I couldn't find Max and was searching everywhere upstairs. He was not upstairs, but on the railing to the stairs...oh, how icky and dirty that poor railing was feeling...
Again, so proud of himself!
Baby Steps find the closet... Baby Steps grab some chocolate... Baby Steps eat the chocolate... Baby Steps curl up in the fetal position... Baby Steps rock back and forth...
I feel better now. Thanks for listening.
4 comments:
I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be taking baby steps...haha! What would we do without our boys to "entertain" us?
I miss your humor! So glad to see what's been happening there...love and miss yoU!
Look at that big naked boy !!
LOL...oh max...
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