Yesterday while Max was over I realized that right now, he and Evan are the same 'age'.
Evan is 11 years old, and Max is 11 months old.
It's a huge difference, I know. But not that long ago (really, I swear it wasn't), Evan was only 11 months old. He was starting to walk, and getting into everything. Climbing on my lap while I ate lunch, trying to steal bites of my food. Loving cars and balloons and big wet zerberts on his thighs. And while I'm very glad that I don't have a baby and have to deal with all the accoutrement of babyhood, I sure am glad I get to experience Max in his. It makes me a little less frustrated with the burgeoning teen boy, remembering what a sweet and loving baby he was. The sweet and loving boy he can be when he wants to.
Boys. Gotta love 'em.
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And very, very sweet!
What a cutie patootie. I'm glad you get to enjoy him too, then send him home to his parents at the end of the day.
They are both SO CUTE! Glad you are enjoying Max - it's a pretty fun age. :)
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