Two-year old "pirate faces"......

We've had some lazy, cozy, go out for breakfast and take a long walk with your coffee afterwards kind of weekends. And I adore them. It's this kind of family time that keeps me anchored.

My rhetorical questions are being answered now. "Hey Max, can you come with Mommy downstairs for a minute?" "No, I fine. I wait right here."
I can't sneak anything past this kid anymore. His beloved "Mousie" got left outside on the deck a few days ago, and got drenched in a rainstorm. I thought that it would be fun to put Mousie in the washing machine. Not so much.
"Mou go ROUND AND ROUND?!" he cried? "Mou, you o-KAY???" It was not my smartest Mommy-move.
But it was really funny.
Funny in that, holy cow I have a two and a half year old and he has his very own thoughts and hopes and questions to bring to the conversation kind of way. And I love every minute of it. Whether it's a lazy Sunday or a busy Wednesday, I love what our family is becoming....
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