This week brought good news and bad news.
On the not so good news front, Max's Great Grandmother passed away this week. Her contagious smile, boundless love, and tireless dedication to her family will be forever missed. Whenever I think about her, I can't help but remember something about my childhood that I will cherish. Giant Christmas trees, ride-on train sets, GrowaFrog kits (they still exist!), Celebration in the Oaks...we'll miss you, Granddolly, and we'll make sure to tell Max all about you.
In better news, Max's one-month checkup went perfectly. He's still holding on to an average weight (he weighs 9 1/2 pounds now) and head size, but he's running in the 95th percentile for height (now 23 inches) so I guess he's going to be tall like his mom and dad. He had to suffer through his Hep B shot, but it really didn't seem to bother him at all. Just a little fuss and then total calm.
Gotta love his endurance.
Max got a chance to visit his grandparents in their fancy-shmancy new living space, which (we can only assume) they've been working on all year just for him. It was a bit of a shock seeing the house torn asunder, but everything looks great. There's now even more space for all these grandkids to find trouble...I hear they've already discovered the wonders of sliding around on the hardwood with socks on. Ahhh, the classics.
In addition to being able to see everyone, Max got another early gift from the family in the form of a new ornament from Brandy and Adreanna. Thanks, girls! It looks great on our tree, and we'll always enjoy putting it up so Max can remember how much all of his family loves him.
More family photos after the jump...
