Mornings with Max.

Mornings with my little firecracker. Leave me ready for a nap by 10 am. When we have somewhere to go in the morning his favorite game to play is lets run away from mom while she's trying to get me dressed. And at 35 weeks pregnant, this game isn't very fun to play. I find myself plopped on the floor surrounded by his clothes and shoes watching him running away giggling and squealing. Having used up all my energy for the day going up the stairs to retrieve the clothes, I stay planted there, uselessly trying to prod him back. Sometimes Noah will drag him back for me. Sometimes I will chase him down. And sometimes he comes back doing something like this morning, leaving Noah and I in stitches. Half dressed, he emerged from the laundry room with his brother's snow hat on. He was still playing his game. Running away from me at every turn. But at least he looked stylish playing it.