Max's personality

Max will officially be 7 months old in 2 days, and his personality is starting to show; it's definitely quite easy to tell what sort of baby he is.

So..................what sort of baby is The Max? What is The Max's personality?

Mom's answer: The first word that comes to mind is peaceful. Max is definitely a fairly easygoing kid. Yeah, he definitely had a fussy period around 1-2 months old, but since then, he has really developed into a very even-tempered baby. He rarely fusses, and is pretty content to just sit and chillax (but not for too long because he's got "important" things to do, or so he thinks). He's also a very happy baby. Sometimes this does not show in the pictures because he gets mesmerized by the camera and stops smiling, but he really is a very happy and giggly baby. I would also say he is very inquisitive and curious; he loves to examine things thoroughly and tries very hard to get to things not in his reach so that he can examine them (and then put them in his mouth). I cannot count the number of times complete strangers have walked up to me or Brandon and commented on how "alert" and "observant" Max is. Finally, I would also say that Max is very eager to please. It's so cute to see him playing with a toy and then look up and smile at me in such a way as to say, "See what I'm doing, Mommy!"

Obviously he is young now and his personality will continue to grow and change. I do hope he keeps Brandon's calmness and peacefulness; that's definitely something that makes being a mom to the Max fairly easy. I wonder if he'll get my sarcastic sense of humor. Hmmmm....what do I want him to get of my personality, you ask? I'm not sure, but if I had to say, I hope he will get my sense of love and care for all creatures. I know it sounds cheesey, but I hope he'll be like his momma and pick up an injured butterfly and place the butterfly somewhere peaceful and quiet and safe to rest. I hope he'll reach down and place the caterpillar off of the sidewalk. Cheesey, I know, but it's the way I am.

Dad's answer: Dad pretty much agrees with Mom. Max is definitely easy-going, and rarely fusses. When he does, it's usually pretty fake, and doesn't take much to make his short cries turn into laughs. So, then, does that make him bipolar?

He is also very inquisitive. I've never seen a baby that likes to examine things as much as Max does. He was doing it from the day he was born. I hope he continues to be as inquisitive as he is. It makes for a kid that likes to learn, and I really hope Max loves to learn.

All in all, Max is just a good, happy, easy-going, curious kid.

And the best dog goes to..............

Pippi.

Believe it or not.

We have been sitting here in the bedroom letting Max play with the Pips. He's been pulling toenails, tail, paws, legs, ears, you name it, and Pippi just licks him. So far, she is the dog I trust the most with Mr. Max.

We trust all 3 dogs completely. When Max was first born, we were a little afraid of Shelley's possible reaction since she is still adjusting to the fact that the earth revolves around the sun, not around her. I think we were over-paranoid, though, because all 3 dogs have been nothing but loving. None of them have shown any signs of aggression.

But Pips is definitely the best around him (but again, that doesn't mean the other 2 are not good around him because they are). She's actually funny because she just sits and watches Max while he messes with her and then she licks him.

Jennifer's rant about Brandon

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I've been really wanting SMORES, right? So, I send IT to the store to get me some chocolate chips and giant marshmallows (cuz I don't like the small ones) since we already had graham crackers.

Well, IT comes back with Dove's chocolates instead of chocolate chips. Since I'm a nice person and all, I thanked him despite his incompetency as a husband and tried my best at making smores with the chocolates.

Honey, it just ain't working.

I put 3 chocolates on a graham cracker and nuked it. I burned the cracker, the chocolates, and both paper plates (I like to double up). I then tried to nuke the chocolates in a ceramic mug and that didn't work, either. What I did end up doing, though, was getting chocolate all over my face and hands, so much that I look like I have shigellosis.

It is my hope that Max knows that when a woman says she wants chocolate chips to make smores that he knows he better get chocolate chips and nothing else.

Apparently IT has something to add (IT has been hovering over my shoulder watching me type THIS):
SHE sent me to Walgreens, not the store. Walgreens had no chocolate chips. I improvised. Is it my fault that SHE cannot properly melt Dove chocolates? How long did you nuke them for? 2 minutes?

Max: A Meanie, A Crazy, and A Big Scaredy Cat

A Meanie: So, Max was at his sitter's yesterday and he and his little buddy Brendan were just chilling together. Anyway, Max had his titty out and was playing with it, and I guess Brendan thought it looked fun, so he tried to get the titty. Max did not approve and swatted his hand away several times and put the titty back in his own mouth. When we found out about this, we had to have a talk with Max not only about playing nice, but also about the fact that Brendan is currently twice his size and will always remain so and that Max will always be the short and smaller one. If Max is smart, he'll make Brendan his BFF so that way he has someone to watch his back, if ya know what I mean.

A Crazy: For some reason, Max thinks his saucer is a jumparoo. The kid is going CRAZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZY in his saucer, jumping up and down and laughing ALL the time. It scares me. We thought about getting him a jumparoo, but those things hold only up to 25 pounds, and considering Max is already 67, he's a little too big.

A Big Scaredy Cat: 3 hours. Crying. Wailing. Sobbing mercilessly. Stranger. Danger.