maddie, logan, and max

Maddie and Logan accompanied me and Max on a walk yesterday evening as the sun was going down. It turned into an impromptu photo shoot but without the coordinated outfits. A few things of note -

- I have a broken lens. And I don't have an editing program. Still, I think some shots turned out well. It helps when the subjects are so cute. Logan was so into it that he came home and proudly showed his mom his new pose. Maddie is a natural. She loves the spotlight. One of these days I need to film her dancing. 

- We've all been working out at the Dunford home. For me, this includes walking/jogging and doing free weights. Check out my guns in the bleacher photo. Yessssss.....

- Maddie is a little photographer in training. I'm planning on having her take some family photos of us after Nate takes the bar. 

- Max is seven months old and wearing an outfit for a twelve-month-old. Still going strong...

did i mention he has two teeth?

When Max was tiny, I used to run my fingers from his belly button up to his nose while saying, "I'm gonna eat your face off!" 

Touch, Max. Touche.

a holiday critique

Max was only mildly curious (so it seemed) of the sparklers we lit last night. Nate bought a pack of six boxes, and not one of them was left after we lit sparkler after sparkler trying to incite some excitement in the wee one. He stared blankly, occasionally reaching out to touch what was probably blinding him... hence the blank stare. Oh, oh... which came first, the sparkler or the blank stare? See if you can tell.

The staring wore him out, so he came in for a nap with his giraffe. They stared at each other (no joke), so I had to intervene to help this kid get some shut-eye.

As far as "firsts" holidays go, this first Fourth of July went alright. Max wore festive colors and participated in the simplest of pyrotechnics. You gotta start somewhere. Next year, we'll have to give him some red, white, and blue jello (my mom's holiday tradition). Oh yeah, and we could take him to see real fireworks. Yep, that might do it. 

By the way, Max turned 7 months old yesterday. We celebrated with sparklers. See above.