“There’s an eye in my nose,” said little Maxwell

… and sure enough…there was an eye in his nose. That would be a little google eye (the kind you glue on crafts) stuck in his nostril. I’ve never had a child stick something in his/her nose/ear until today. Luckily, as I was running (as fast as an 8-month prego lady can run) to get my tweezers, he blew hard out of his nose, and out it popped (covered with slimo). I loved when he re-inacted that for Jimmy. Too funny. Hopefully our lecture on not sticking anything in noses will keep him from doing any such thing in the future. (keyword: Hopefully!)

Though this photo has nothing to do with this post… I like it. Max is a happy child, even when we’re putting him in bed. Last night he started tickling Truman while we were singing songs. They had a good chuckle. Plus, this photo shows all his dogs and his monkey Bo-Bo piled on his bed. He also loves his blankie. And he loves his pictures on the wall. He points to each as he prays about them. My favorite thing he said in tonight’s prayer was, “Grateful Truman had a good day.”