Co-pilots

A sweet moment between the boys and their Grandpa Chan

Beautiful cup

I love three year olds. Their conversations, exuberance, energy, and growing minds. But the drama. Oh the drama.

This morning Noah had already flipped out once because I had refused to accompany him to the bathroom (imagine a screaming pant-less boy). I was busy with Max and he really can handle it himself.  Then he was throwing a fit about every color combination of cup, lid, and straw that I was assembling for his milk. At some point I had enough, chose for him and stormed off. He trailed me and in his most heart-broken devasted tone and with huge tears in his eyes sobbed to me, "Mommy, my cup is not beautiful!"

I mean really, can you do anything at that point but laugh?

Maxwell is ONE

We blinked and he turned one.  He is our sweet, calm, happy and stubborn little boy and our lives are for the better because of him.

I am convinced Max was meant to be enjoyed. He invites you to be present, to savor his chubby cheeks and baby smiles.

Our hearts are full as we reflect on what a gift he has been this past year.

Happy first birthday Max!  

Awkward family photos

 Everyone normal except, as usual, Noah...

Blink of an eye

Seemingly overnight, Max appears to have flipped the switch from a baby to a young toddler. The innocent baby expressions have been replaced with a new determined attitude.



This child is dying to walk. He will guide his hands into your hands, arch his body to be let down, and insist you walk him where he chooses.

The moment he grabbed his pacifier out of his mouth last week when he was mad and threw it with fervor across the room, I knew it was game over for us!