Rest in Peace Uncle Mel

Tonight Max made this picture to send with Uncle Mel up to Heaven.  In Max's words, "The green part is Heaven and Uncle Mel went through the door."  He is in a better place and he will be missed.

Valentines

 

 

With the Valentine box complete, it was time to move on to the making of the actual Valentines themselves.  Max and I ran into Michael's on Sunday morning.  Last year we did a heart shaped hole punch.  This year Max wanted to stamp.  After looking up and down the aisles we found a trio of car/truck stamps that Max approved of.  He picked out three ink pads and some special paper and we were set.  Once we got home the stamping commenced. 

 

 He took his job very seriously and it was pretty cute.  Each card got three stamps and then he passed them my way to write names on them.  His writing has come a long way this school year, but in order to complete the task in less than five hours, I had the honor of writing.  He was sure to remind me to write his last name since there is another Max in his room.

Each Valentine then had a packet of fruit snacks stapled to the back and we were finsihed.  Will hung out with us  in his big boy booster seat - and with his big boy haircut.  I tried to keep him entertained with a coloring book and crayons, but after he ate the third crayon I decided that wasn't such a good idea after all.  At least they are non-toxic, right?

The Valentine Box

On our list of 'to dos' this weekend was create a box for Max to take to school for his Valentines. I have to say this caused me a bit of stress. What should a Valentine box look like? Should it be all pink and heart like? Or should it be all boy? Eventually I had the bright idea to ask Max. His idea - a train box. Why didn' t I think of that?

So last night before bath he painted his shoe box.  He painted each side a different color then today he colored the Chuggington face to decorate the front.  He was pretty proud of how it turned out and he can't wait to take it to school.

Now we just have to figure out what type of Valentines to make for his classmates tomorrow. 

First Haircut

 

Will has been looking pretty shaggy for a while now. I think I have been trying to hang on to my baby as long as possible. Getting a haircut just feels like such a big boy thing to do. I have a little guilt that Will isn't going to be the baby as long as his brother. At two he is going to be forced into the life of a big brother, and it makes me just a tad bit sad. Okay maybe more than a tad bit sad, it makes me a lot sad. I just remind myself that he will get the benefits of having a big brother AND being a big brother. That makes up for it, right?

 Well, it was time. In fact it was probably a little bit past time, for him to get his first haircut from Great Aunt Carm. Max is an old pro at haircuts, so he showed Will how it should be done. It is crazy how much hair Max has. 

Will watched Max like a hawk and I really think it helped him to not be too terrified when it was his turn. 

 

There were a few tear when we tried to put him on the special seat all by himself, but it wasn't anything a Cheez It and a place on Daddy's lap couldn't cure.  Great Aunt Carm sure is patient.

 

 

There were a few more tears when Great Aunt Carm used the spray bottle - from the looks of this picture, Daddy agrees that the spray bottle isn't  the greatest.

So to get over this set of tears, the whole bag of Cheez Its was necessary. But after that things were smooth sailing.

 

Here is my big boy after the whole ordeal was over.  Great Aunt Carm did a great job and I just can't believe how much older he looks.  It's like cutting off his wispy little baby fine hair took his last bit of babyhood with it.  I think I need to adjust to the fact that he isn't going to be my baby much longer.  Oh, who am I kidding.  Both of my boys will always be my babies no matter how big and grown up looking they get.