Max's 7 Year Pictures

I'm so happy to have Max's pictures done! I am officially not behind! Finn can now freely turn 4 in March.  Actually, no.  I may not have a backed up picture line but I'd really prefer that he not grow up.  But this post isn't about Finn, it's about Max.

Max is seven and one thing is for sure, seven year old boys are silly.  Plain and simple. 

He wasn't too jazzed about taking pictures this afternoon, but after getting warmed up (not literally, it was a little chilly) he was laughing about any and everything.  

All I had to do was threaten him with his donut reward though and he'd do his best to get himself together.  

And then when all was said and done and we pulled up to the Dunkin Donuts drive through, I realized I did not have my purse nor any money.  Luckily, for me and for Max, the cashier was so generous and gave it to him for free.  

And one other thing is for sure, my silly, seven year old boy, who works for donuts, is immensely loved.

Jack's 2 Year Pictures

I literally had 15 minutes to make these pictures happen today.  Otherwise December would quickly roll through Christmas and fade into January and the weather would become more and more unpredictable and I'd just be crossing my fingers for a warm day to over lap with a weekend or open evening. 

But miracles happen! 

Jack is two! And I got his pictures done in the same calendar year!

And he is just the best and worst baby ever!

He wants to do/have/be/ whatever Finn is doing/having/being.  He is so loud.  He says "chep-up" instead of ketchup. And he just recently stopped saying "pich" instead of "chip". 

I realized that I never wrote down his first unsolicited "I love you" and even worse still, I don't know exactly when it was. But, as a consolation prize, he has, over the course of the last two weeks, said, "I you, Momma" (which means, I love you, Momma) at least 15 times a day.  

He adds Momma or Dadda onto practically every little sentence he says.  He loves Thomas the Train and Peppa Pig. 

He loves candy, Pirate Booty, emptying the cans from the pantry, and being generally naughty. 

 He takes naps about 75% of the time.  

He goes to nursery at church and loves it.

He has almost succeeded in sucking any joy out of our road trips.  He won't sleep in the car ever and he practically never shuts up.  Seriously. No lie.  He can talk for 8 hours straight and when I say talk I mean, cry and whine.  

BUT. Should you ever find your self dangling at the end of your rope with any person in your life.  I dare you to look at pictures of them and not fall head over heels in love again.

These will surely serve as beautiful reminders the next time he's lying on the floor kicking and screaming.