LIFE'S LITTLE DETAILS

"THE DETAILS ARE NOT THE DETAILS. THEY MAKE THE DESIGN." — CHARLES EAMES

Happy Tuesday, m' dears! It's probably best if we go on and get straight to the details, shall we?

• Could we do that whole three-day weekend thing all over again? I can't decide what I enjoyed more—the spring-like weather or an extra day with Flyboy?? While being in the company of my boys was delightful, I managed to get the house to myself on two different occasions for a few hours. Can you say cleaning and organizational bliss?
• It's best to take full advantage of nap time, so while Flyboy rode his bike and saw a movie with a friend, I polished off the remaining Christmas thank-you notes and thumbed through some of the parenting books I bought last week. All of this productivity was divine, but not as fabulous as the nap I took on Saturday afternoon. Say what?!? I can't remember the last time I passed out on the couch for a quick snooze. It was almost as enthralling as list-making. Almost...
• Since we've had our fair share of beautiful weather this past week, Max has grown accustomed to cruising in the jogger on long walks and logging in some quality time at the park. I was especially happy to have Flyboy around for some assistance on the slide (Max is obsessed and won't quit unless he has to!) and wrangling the tot back into his stroller. 
• I often confess how much I adore all of the clothes and accessories that come with having a little girl, but dressing a boy has definitely grown on me. It's a rare day when we don't coordinate in some capacity, and I love it! Seeing Max run around in a toggle coat, colorful trainers, or a cardigan clad with elbow patches makes me weak in the knees.
• You know that life has slowly returned to normal (sigh!) when unpacking is a thing of the past and you start nesting again. Max certainly hit the jackpot over Christmas with all of the sweet gifts, so it's been necessary to weed through the old and make room for the new. I've noticed the bigger he gets, the larger the toys become. Yowzah!
• We received the gorgeous book, I Have A Dream, in the mail yesterday—just in time to celebrate Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. My mom sent a copy to add to Max's growing library because that's just the sort of thing teachers do. And while the babe is still too young to fully appreciate such a sweet gesture, I took a moment to read the book for myself. The beautiful artwork paired with Dr. King's speech served as a moving reminder about why we celebrate the three-day weekend. It made me excited about the future when we get to read these kinds of books to Max. Then again, I suppose when your dad is an historian and your mom is a teacher who takes her civic duties VERY seriously, you're bound to geek out and pass these sorts of passionate traits on to your own kid. Maxwell Fine, you've officially been warned...

Enough about me. How are YOU? I'm just dying to know.