I remember taking this picture last fall because Max had a black eye. I don't remember how he got the black eye -- but I wanted to document it. I look at this picture now and realize I was documenting something else. That rag in his hand. Wiping down the "hot white" couch. "Hot White" is the term that Max came up with when Tommy was just weeks old. From the back seat: "MOM!!! He spit up hot white all over again!!!". We are constantly cleaning up hot white around the town.
What would I do without my big boy? Those oldest kids. They sure are the big helpers. (I was one of them too). It gets sort of out of hand how much I depend on him during the day. Max, can you please get Mommy a --- burp cloth, a diaper, a towel, some water. Can you please clean up these baby toys? books? water the plants? clean up the backyard? shut the garage?
And then here I am taking a before picture of a table I am refinishing and lo and behold, there he is again vacuuming up the dust we created after he and I had an afternoon of sanding that table.
I hope he knows how very very very grateful I am for him and all of his help. I love you Max.
Welcome to Max Week: Where you get Max to the Max.
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"Hot white." I love it. It reminds me of the gulley my daughter used to call "the big fall down."
It has been good to catch up with you here. I've been very disconnected lately, but not in a good way...in a lonely way.
Youth conference sounded and looked so wonderful. I remember one of those experiences similar to your back-chapel realization. A couple of friends of mine, not members of our church, decided to come see what it was like. They didn't know where to go when they came in, so they followed some young women who instead of going to class, just walked the big circle hallway around the church. When my friends realized this, they decided to leave. It made me so sad (I was YW Pres. at the time) that these girls had missed an opportunity to lead some people to a good place (if they had gone to class, maybe they would have had the opportunity to talk to these women and show them where RS was).
I'm not saying there's anything wrong with visiting in the hallways between classes, because I do that all the time. It just hit me when I made the connection that we never know who might be watching us to see the right way to go...
I could write a book about the whole oldest child thing, but I'll just say "amen" and call it good.
Thanks for the post MVP. Max deserves a snow cone.
way to go Maximus Vacuumus!
This made me a little misty. I feel the same gratitude for Lane. She helps so much. I love her a million times over for it!
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