Look at my Sam:
Self-portrait by the way.
Isn't he cute? Yeah, he's lucky he is because otherwise I'd have to give him away. Why? Because for the first time the other day I experienced an I-want-to-melt-into-the-floor-and-disappear moment of complete and utter embarrassment. Let me share the horror with you...
We went to visit Daddy at his office and took the elevator downstairs to the parking garage. Only when we got off I realized we'd gone all the way down to the bottom floor instead of the middle floor. While we're waiting for the elevator to come all the way back to get us a lady came in to wait also. A very NICE lady who commented on how cute the boys were; a conversation that went something like this:
Nice Lady: Oh, they're so sweet! How old?
Me: Three years and six months...
Sam: That's a FAT lady!!
Me (inside voice): Holy frick, did he really just say that? Holy frick, did she hear???
Me (outside voice): Oh my goodness I AM SO SORRY!!
And the apologies continued until the elevator FINALLY decided to show up and while we ALL rode it together! EEEyowwww that still makes me shudder. Like I said, lucky to still be living with us and not dropped off on someone else's stoop.
In other news, the new favorite boy, Mr. Maxy recently celebrated his six month birthday. Hard to believe he's half-way to one already.
The doctor was happy to see such a happy baby. For those of you keeping score, he's 16 pounds, 12 ounces (30th percentile) and 27" long (70th percentile) . . . long and lean! Now if only we could get that tongue straightened out!!
Yup, he's totally the favorite for the moment . . . at least until I can stop cringing!
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