First of all, let's take a moment to mourn the passing of this baby's ... babyness. He's officially 11 months old and officially a toddler. He no longer shops at Babies-R-Us, wears footie pajamas, or wakes in the middle of the night. (Have I mentioned that enough? It's still a big deal around here.)
Speaking of being 11 months old, this weekend we did some birthday shopping between naps. This pic above was by far his favorite stop!
I also tried to channel my inner Aalbers and do a little garage sale-ing. Huston was a trooper and I ended up with a trimmer, bed frame, and this beauty which was packaged when I was 3 years old in 1990:
Oh, and I only paid $2 instead of the $4 it was marked at. I'm such a shark.
I also started my first class for my masters this weekend but I would've rather been on the floor with this peanut. Before playing with his toys he likes to take every. single. one. out of the basket. You would think we'd get smarter and put fewer toys in, right? Nope.
Aaaand, we spent a little time on the boat where Huston insisted on driving, much to Grandpa's delight. How is it these two always seem to match?
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