dear max,
oh man. where do i begin sweet boy?
when i walk in to get you in the mornings, you are standing up smiling. laughing when i open the door. then you belly flop onto the bed. and giggle. and kick your legs. and laugh and laugh until i get over to you.
you grab your blanket and your pacifier. and you're ready to go.
sometimes i look at you and realize that i love you more than you will ever, or could ever understand.
you're the happiest child i've ever known. you are so laid back. so relaxed. you smile and squint your eyes up. and shrug your little shoulders up towards your ears.
your eyelashes are to die for. and your eyes are as blue as mine.
you have really started telling us what you like and don't like. not using words. but more like using your hands and your body weight. you will flat out push pratt out of the way if he's doing something that makes you mad. he just laughs. because we all think it's so funny to see your personality bloom.
one of your favorite things to do when you first wake in the morning is sit with pratt in the chair and watch tv. you cover yourself with your blanket. and drink your milk cup. and watch. sitting as close to pratt as you can get.
you love puppy dogs. and cats. and worms. and you love graham crackers. and yogurt covered raisins. you know to grunt when i'm making icing. and you always get one beater while pratt gets the other. you love grape juice. but more than that, you love sonic drinks. or maybe you just love drinks with real, plastic straws.
you love your kids day out teachers. miss jamie and miss angela. when we see miss jamie at kroger or anywhere else, she scoops you up and you put your head on her shoulder. and you just lay there. this is your go to move. when you're really comfortable, you relax. and melt into whoever is holding you. it's the best.
you're really cautious about some things. like going down the stairs. you won't do it. but you'll crack a bottle of nail polish on the concrete floors in a heartbeat. and smear that stuff allllll over the house.
you love music. and if something is on, you hear it and dance. you love to dip foods right now. ranch, ketchup, bbq, honey mustard. doesn't matter the sauce. doesn't matter what you're dipping. you're into it. loving it.
i'm at that stage where i think, "i could do this again."
it's because i love you so much. and i love your brother so much. and i want you to be happy. and i want you to love those around you. and i want the best for you. always.
you will never know how much i love you. you will never know how much i worry about you. i'm so blessed to be your mommy.
xoxo,
mom.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
the epitome.
this is max.
always wants to lay around. prefers to hug and kiss. would love if you never made him walk or do anything alone.
he's lazy like his momma.
always wants to lay around. prefers to hug and kiss. would love if you never made him walk or do anything alone.
he's lazy like his momma.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
p.
just a few things as I sit here and watch the cat in the hat with Pratt...
he says, "at" instead of "to". Like, "are going at Sunday school?"
It's too cute to correct.
He came downstairs last night while we were watching honey boo boo and said, "ah! Y'all did not tell me you were watching nana nana boo boo!"
The other night at dinner he said, "otay. I know food goes from the stomach to the small intesTIMES to the large intesTIMES and then to the booty hole. But how does it get to my penis?!"
I cannot remember what I did prior to his birth. I just know I must have been bored. And well rested. But not near this happy. Or fulfilled.
he says, "at" instead of "to". Like, "are going at Sunday school?"
It's too cute to correct.
He came downstairs last night while we were watching honey boo boo and said, "ah! Y'all did not tell me you were watching nana nana boo boo!"
The other night at dinner he said, "otay. I know food goes from the stomach to the small intesTIMES to the large intesTIMES and then to the booty hole. But how does it get to my penis?!"
I cannot remember what I did prior to his birth. I just know I must have been bored. And well rested. But not near this happy. Or fulfilled.
Sunday, January 27, 2013
preschool
Clint attended pratt's preschool last week to talk to the kids about good dental care.
Words cannot express how proud Pratt was.
Words cannot express how proud Pratt was.
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About Me
- hannah
- i'm a girl who likes to write. not a girl that's necessarily good at writing. it's cathartic, i think. and boy do i need that from time to time. i married a wonderful man named clint in may of 2007. he is everything i am not. he is calm. he makes plans. he is organized. his truck is always clean. his clothes are hung by types of shirt/color/size/etc. i'm full of nervous energy. i'm spur of the moment. i can't ever find what i'm looking for. we live in my car...pretty much. i'm lucky if my clothes are within ten feet of my closet. God gave us a precious angel of a baby in september of 2008. his name is pratt allen. he is 2.5 years old.we have another little one on the way. his name is max wesley. and he is due may 19th. somehow i'll be the mother of two boys. craaaaa.zy. i spend my days cleaning house. picking worms and caterpillars out of the flower beds. cooking meals. shopping at target. washing clothes. playing on the floor. reading books. doing puzzles. traveling to sonic. and the library. and blogging. i hope you enjoy our blog. feel free to leave a comment. hopefully it's a nice one. i tend to wear my heart on my sleeve.

























