I thought I might one day feel a bit nostalgic for the apartment building where Max was born. Well, yesterday as I was heading out with Max, the elevator decided not to come to our floor. Again. I had to carry the baby, the car seat, the stroller and my overstuffed diaper bag down 7 flights of stairs. Last week, the water was unexpectedly shut off for repairs for the better part of a day. So basically, there is absolutely no danger of me ever missing this place.
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| All ready to head out... via the stairwell |
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| In the infamous elevator on the way back home (thankfully it goes up, because I don't think I had the strength to carry everything up again upon our return) |
We are in Florida watching Baby Max's pictures, and words cannot properly express just how precious he is<3!!!
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