January 14, 2013

Waving bye bye to 2012

It is with wide open arms (or in Max's case- a wide open mouth) that we welcome a new year!

Winter break was wonderful! David, myself, and the entourage of family that visited us enjoyed spending quality time with the General.  Max enjoyed being spoiled by a barrage of generous holiday and birthday presents.  His executive assistant, however, scheduled his one-year check-up on December 31, so the poor guy spent the last day of 2012 at the doctor.  Luckily he danced around the room and took his chicken pox vaccine in stride.  He got a clean bill of health, weighing in at 22 pounds.  At 2 feet, 7 inches tall, he is in the 77th percentile for height, which is good because basketball is clearly his favorite sport.

David's basketball team had an early game last week so I took Max.  He was completly mezmorized by the action on the court and even ate dinner in the stands, but we had to leave at halftime when he decided it was his turn to play.  At home he gets plenty of playing time and is addicted to his new hoop, beaming with pride whenever he makes a shot.  He also added waving goodbye to his repitoire of tricks-on-cue.  The tiny, subtle gesture is adorable, yet the subtlty is completly uncharcteristic.  I guess he doesn't like goodbyes.



Some D from daddy (1.13.13)

Finally, some PIZZA (1.13.13)

Watching Superman (1.12.13)

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After school snack (1.11.13)
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Why can't I just get some pizza like everyone else? (1.10.13)
I need a longer arm (1.9.13)
Peek-a-boo (1.8.13)

Hereeeeeeeeeeeeee (1.7.13)


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Winter cleaning (1.6.13)

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There's my old friend! (1.4.13)


The boss is in (1.3.13)

Brushing those chompers (1.2.13)

A shot for the new year (1.1.13)

Too tired for his last close-up of 2012 (12.31.12)



One-year check-up (12.31.12)

Door game (12.30.12)

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Tickle attack (12.28.12)

Very serious about watching daddy's game (12.28.12)

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One-year olds don't have to shovel, right?  (12.26.12)

My little monkey jumping on the bed (12.25.12)

getting a manicure from Grandpa (12.25.12) 


December 25, 2012

Trifecta

His first birthday, Christmas, and Hanukkah- Max has had a lot to celebrate this month!



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Merry Christmas! (12.25.12)


Opening presents with Daddy and Uncle Jordan (12.25.12)


Brooks boys  (12.25.12)


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Snacking during the power outage (12.24.12)


Who turned out the lights on my birthday!? (12.24.12)

Yay I am a year! (12.24.12)



One big birthday pancake (12.24.12)

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Cookie monster in training (12.23.12)

Happy Birthday party to me! (12.22.12)


Cecelia helped Max blow out the candles (12.22.12)


Santa stopped by Max's birthday party.  Apparently he was not on the guest list. (12.22.12)

Where are my peas? (12.22.12)

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Hanging out at Hughes (12.18.12)

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Please let me sleep in (12.17.12)

12 months old!

December 16, 2012

Just do it

Max tested out his new Nikes this weekend and immediately took off running.  There is no stopping my chunky monkey; if he keeps up this pace he will have to just go by 'monkey'.



Father-son kicks



Happy boy, but unlucky sweatshirt(12.16.12)



weeeeeee (12.15.12)


Running in my big-boy Nikes (12.15.12)




Cruising for girls on Friday (12.14.12)

Sadie n' Max (12.14.12)






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Max and his cheer squad (12.13.12)



Happy after sleeping in (12.13.12)


 
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Max-proof menorah (12.11.12)
 
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High five, daddy! (12.10.12)

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December 8, 2012

Haircut horror show

Max's day started off wonderfully- at 9:15am- which made everyones' day start off wonderfully. He spent the morning playing outside in the unseasonably warm December weather and later ran around the gym during David's practice.  After a nice, long nap we took Max for his first haircut. In an effort to keep him frozen in time as a little baby, I have been putting it off.  But a little baby probably should not walk around with a mullet, so I finally gave in to David's increasingly frequent requests to take Max to the barber.  Max hated it.  Hated it like surgery.  Even worse because he was awake.   His go-to hospital pain distractions, such as watching videos on my phone, did nothing.  His discontent lasted quite a while; hope this haircut does, too, because he will not be getting another one any time soon.


Hmm...less hair to rub my food in (12.8.12)


Father-son haircut day (12.8.12)

post-haircut happiness (12.8.12)


pass it to the Max (12.8.12)




Look at me! (12.8.12)