Max will be 2 tomorrow. He didn’t get the memo that he’s not 2 yet. By the way he behaves, it’s quite clear that he thinks he turned 2 six months ago.

I can hear him right now, in the crib, laughing and talking very animatedly to either 1. the wall, or 2. his still sleeping older brother. I would be inclined to go and get him as I’m sure he needs a diaper change and he sounds just so darned cute. However, I have learned from experience that when I go to get him, his seemingly charming mood will immediately shift upon seeing me and he’ll turn into the angry, tantrum throwing thinks-he’s-already-two that I deal with on a daily basis.

Yesterday is still fresh in my memory and can I just tell you….?

I don’t want to.

I thought that since summer came really late, it would at least last longer. Well, my toes have been cold for a week + now, and I’m coming to the sad realization that my days of barefoot bliss are coming to an end.

Pout.

Socks and shoes that aren’t my Dr Marten sandals are a pain.

So that’s it. That’s my ground shaking post after a month long break. Awesome, huh? I’m getting a bit tired of Facebook, so I may come ’round here a little more often.