A Day at the Farm

This is my new favorite picture of Max. It actually makes my heart hurt. Look at that smile!

Rob's good friend from grad school got married on a very cool farm near Rockford this weekend. Of course, with 6 weeks to go until the deadline for the book, we squeezed in some book research with it, taking in Rock Cut State Park in our dress clothes before the wedding. The farm had some awesome cabins as well so I was able to churn out a book entry during the wedding!

Rob and I just had Max for the night because Harry went to a car show with Nana and Papa, AND had a sleepover at their house. WEIRD! (Not the sleepover, just weird to have Max as one child.) When Harry was this age, the two of us were focused on him all the time. With Max, we are distractedly focused on him all the time, so it was fun to just be able to dote on him for the day. Poor second child.

"Waving" to the goats, bunny and chickens on the farm.

Max has a random assortment of first words: Duck. Dada. Truck. Ha (Harry) and Waffle. (of course) And then at the farm, he added Tractor. (pronounced by him as "tra-tor") He has yet to say Mama but he says Tractor? He chanted it all day as he directed us to take him over to all the different tractors on the farm.
Such a hard life I lead.
City boy relaxes in the hammock in the country.

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