Our baby gangsta

Even though he has been an absolute pain in the butt the past week or so, it's moments like these that I can remember why I love him and put up with it. I have to laugh at the faces he makes when he is "walking". He is concentrating so hard, he puckers up his lips or has his mouth wide open. This tends to make him look like a thug.

A Day at the Park

Well, I'm bored of the whole "story" I had going there for a while...let's make things a bit less dorky. Sawyer is 10 months old! Jim and I were talking the other day about how it feels like we just brought him home from the hospital but at the same time we feel like he's been a part of our lives forever. Does that make sense? We can't remember what life was like before him, the freedoms we had and the lazy days, and frankly don't want too. I wouldn't change what we have now for any of those days. Well...maybe the body I had. The nice flat stretch-mark free belly... So we were at the park, it was nice and cold and rainy, and we like to just let Sawyer crawl around and explore and do his own thing while Jim and I just hang out. Luckily, Jim was watching just at the moment when Sawyer found someones old gum on the sidewalk. I've never seen a body move so fast! He also is obsessed with dirt. If there is even the smallest patch of dirt within a one mile radius he'll find it and eat it. He will wait till we're looking though and then shove it in his mouth...Max? Do you not see that evil in his eye?