Dream baby. Dream husband. Dream day.

Please allow me to be obnoxious for a moment.  It's my blog and I can do that.  

This dream baby is so stinkin' adorable!  Look at this pose!  I mean, really?  He just keeps getting cuter...how is that possible?!?

Today was a dream day...  

Hank slept until 6:45am.  (We're going on over a month of pre-6am wake up times over here.)

We went to our favorite diner in Los Altos for breakfast and Hank had a bite of pancakes for the first time.

Our weather was beautiful and in the upper 60's.

I got a manicure and pedicure while Hank took his morning nap.  

When I returned home, we took a nice long walk over to Stanford so Hank could play on the playgrounds before lunch.

After his afternoon nap, we went back to Stanford to let Hank roam the campus to get his ya-yas out before dinner and so I could take some pictures of him that did not have our brown couch in the background.  (I wanted to take advantage of having Brett as my wrangler.  It's getting harder and harder to take photos of Hank when we are out and about when I am by myself with him.  Let's just say he finds trouble real fast because he's real fast.)

Using Daddy to help walk down some stairs.

Peeking over a wall and getting excited at what he sees!

I love days like this.  Brett asked me..."Does everyday seem like a weekend to you?" (Since I don't go to an office to work).  My response was "yes" just to make him jealous.  But honestly the answer is yes and no.  Yes, because I don't work for the man anymore!  Woot!  No, because weekends are actually different for me.  On the weekends, Brett and I spend most of our time together with Hank.  I love that Brett gets to experience everything that I get to do all the other days of the week.

I love this dream baby and I love my dreamy husband!

-a