Even though I love the look of pastels, they don’t seem to have a place in my life. The colours surrounding me are bright, striking, bold, full on colour.
Mighty Max started walking this past week, and in the last few days he’s really started flying. It’s a big change in the dynamic in our family. All of a sudden he’s playing differently with Callum, he’s running away from us hoping to be chased, and his level of frustration seems to have gone way down.
So here’s my newest walking boy, in as much pastel as I could find in our house.
So proud of you, my boy.
(and man oh man, those rolls are always welcome)