Monday, August 13, 2012

Packing.

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Yesterday was one of those days where Maxwell cried from the time he woke up until the time he fell asleep (in the car, naturally). He'd spent eight days with my family in Missouri and, even though I was there most of the time, he freaked when Andrew showed up after being gone for four days. He loves spending time at my parents' house and shadows my brothers the entire time, but there's no substitute for his main man. So, when Andrew started the first major cleaning of our car since we moved here (whoops!), Max found his suitcase, snuck out the garage door, and climbed into the car after he made sure his suitcase was securely packed next to his carseat.

That boy. He has spunk.