I have Max all to myself for 3 whole days! Clint will be around but working (both at work and on the house), so I'll have him more-or-less to myself. I'm very excited. This morning, we went to the Sunset Valley Farmer's Market. I fell in love with farmer's markets on a trip to New York one spring, and we are very lucky to have one of the best in the country right here in our own backyard (though, it will never touch Union Square). Max, in perfect form, slept almost the entire time. And I, in typical fashion, brought the camera but forgot to take any pictures. I can't wait until he is old enough to share the excitement and wonder of the farmer's market, and the joys of growing food. Regardless of whether he shares my interest in sustainable, local agriculture, or my excitement in watching life spring from the ground, he will know that food does not come from 'the grocery store.'
The rest of our long weekend will likely be much less exciting. I need to go to the grocery store, do copious amounts of laundry, and start packing. And, of course, enjoy Max. He is now into everything. Well, as much as he can be without yet being mobile, so anything that comes in his direction. He now pushes, pulls and reaches for things he wants or doesn't like, including his Dad and I, and grabs anything he can get his little hands around (the envelope a piece of mail came in the other day that I was holding). He loves glasses, hair, beards, and faces. He has figured out how to pickup large objects with both hands. And, of course, everything goes straight into the mouth. Or gets licked. He has figured out how to lick things now, and gets you when you least expect it. He has also learned how to pull his pacifier out of his mouth (beyond just knocking it out, which he would do before) and is trying to figure out how to put it back in. Max loves 'eskimo kisses.' He gets this huge smile on his face, and then usually tries to eat my nose or steal my glasses.
And then, there are the latest 'steps' on his way to crawling. I don't think that I ever thought about the process of crawling before I had a child. Every new movement is one step closer. Now Max can get his little behind up, and almost get up on his knees, but his upper body is still fairly weak-he usually winds up with his butt in the air in a face-plant. But he never stays in the same spot I put him down, anymore.
I call this shot 'Mmmm....Butterfly.'
The rest of our long weekend will likely be much less exciting. I need to go to the grocery store, do copious amounts of laundry, and start packing. And, of course, enjoy Max. He is now into everything. Well, as much as he can be without yet being mobile, so anything that comes in his direction. He now pushes, pulls and reaches for things he wants or doesn't like, including his Dad and I, and grabs anything he can get his little hands around (the envelope a piece of mail came in the other day that I was holding). He loves glasses, hair, beards, and faces. He has figured out how to pickup large objects with both hands. And, of course, everything goes straight into the mouth. Or gets licked. He has figured out how to lick things now, and gets you when you least expect it. He has also learned how to pull his pacifier out of his mouth (beyond just knocking it out, which he would do before) and is trying to figure out how to put it back in. Max loves 'eskimo kisses.' He gets this huge smile on his face, and then usually tries to eat my nose or steal my glasses.
And then, there are the latest 'steps' on his way to crawling. I don't think that I ever thought about the process of crawling before I had a child. Every new movement is one step closer. Now Max can get his little behind up, and almost get up on his knees, but his upper body is still fairly weak-he usually winds up with his butt in the air in a face-plant. But he never stays in the same spot I put him down, anymore.
I call this shot 'Mmmm....Butterfly.'
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