Mister Max would like to thank everyone for attending his birthday bash and for all of the wonderful gifts he received. Thank you.
***
Right now Max is in his pig pen with his ass in the air, bouncing it up and down, and sticking his head inside the seat of his school bus while grunting. Strange child, but I love him anyway.
***
While we were taking a stroll this morning, I was trying to think about what I should write in his blog--I mean, it is his birthday, after all. I was trying to think about what I was doing this time last year--had I had the epidural yet? Was I still begging for some water? Who was with me? I was trying to think about how much he has grown--from a tiny little baby who did nothing but eat, sleep, cry, and poop, to a little boy who is now developing his own personality (and quite the crazy personality indeed--by the way, his ass is still bouncing in the air and his head is still in the bus).
I decided that the one thing I should write about is the thing I am most proud of--and that's that Max is a kind, loving, happy baby. I am so proud that other people seem to think that all he does is smile and laugh (apparently that's what a great-grandparent thinks), and while that is not entirely true (trust me--he can throw a hissy fit when necessary), it is a pretty accurate summation of my little boy.
I am proud that he seems to know how much both Brandon and I love him. He knows the word "hugs" and gladly gives me a "hugs" when asked. He loves to put his head on our laps and smile while we say, "aaaaahhhhhh." I guess I am just proud of myself and of my husband for teaching our son how to love and be nice.
(Oh no. I think he just made a poopy. Either that, or a dog passed gas. Maybe that's whay his head was in the bus--he was trying to hide from me).
Be right back.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Let the shopping begin....
We have been birthday shopping for Mr. Max and so far we have purchased:
-Thomas the Engine chair (that's the "theme" for his party)
-5 outfits
-Birthday Boy Crown
-5 books
-Elmo
-Cookie Monster
-stuffed giraffe and stuffed monkey
-one stuffed dinosaur
-2 stuffed chime ball toys (elephant and frog)
-flower thing
-ball set
-10 bibs
-Fisher Price Ride and Play School Bus
-Imaginarium Pull Along Bead Maze
-Play Town Pet Store
-Fisher Price Song and Story learning chair
-Play Town fire truck
-popcorn popper thingy
Brandon has to hide the presents from me, otherwise I will give them to Max ahead of time and go out and buy more.
-Thomas the Engine chair (that's the "theme" for his party)
-5 outfits
-Birthday Boy Crown
-5 books
-Elmo
-Cookie Monster
-stuffed giraffe and stuffed monkey
-one stuffed dinosaur
-2 stuffed chime ball toys (elephant and frog)
-flower thing
-ball set
-10 bibs
-Fisher Price Ride and Play School Bus
-Imaginarium Pull Along Bead Maze
-Play Town Pet Store
-Fisher Price Song and Story learning chair
-Play Town fire truck
-popcorn popper thingy
Brandon has to hide the presents from me, otherwise I will give them to Max ahead of time and go out and buy more.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
And the concert was.....
excellent.
Who cares if we were surrounded by overly intoxicated people throwing their clothes all over the place, making obscene gestures, and passing out on the steps in their own vomit? Big deal. It was fun.
Brandon and I had a great time--it was just nice to be by ourselves for a bit. I guess we are both bad parents because neither of us was particularly upset about leaving Max overnight with his grandparents. In fact, honestly, we wanted a break and needed one, too. Everyone I have talked to has asked me if we missed Max like crazy, but really, we didn't. Had I left Max for a couple of nights with someone other than his grandparents, I probably would have been a little heartsick. But considering this is the 2nd night I have been away from him in almost a year, it was a much-needed break. We both agree we have to do it again.
Max apparently missed us a bit, though. He refused to let his grandparents rock him to sleep, and so they had him put himself to sleep in his own crib. He eventually did fall asleep on his own, but the poor little guy missed out on about 3 hours of sleep (he normally sleeps 6-6, but he slept from 8-5 last night), so he was exhausted. I put him to sleep around 5-5:30 this evening because he was begging for it. Poor buddy.
*****
While we were at the concert, we sat right behind a very cute family--mother, father, 2 sons (about 10-12 years old). Despite the fact that normally I would have been cursing the mother out because she was shaking her boooooooooty right in front of me and really getting into the concert, I couldn't help but just watch admiringly at her and her family (and consequently forgive her for her booty-shaking). I loved watching how she was herself and the kids respected her for that--the younger son even got up and was shaking his own tush with her, and the older son, albeit rolling his eyes, was singing along to the music. Mom was holding her son's hand while dancing and you could just sense that this was a family of love. I want to be like that.
Who cares if we were surrounded by overly intoxicated people throwing their clothes all over the place, making obscene gestures, and passing out on the steps in their own vomit? Big deal. It was fun.
Brandon and I had a great time--it was just nice to be by ourselves for a bit. I guess we are both bad parents because neither of us was particularly upset about leaving Max overnight with his grandparents. In fact, honestly, we wanted a break and needed one, too. Everyone I have talked to has asked me if we missed Max like crazy, but really, we didn't. Had I left Max for a couple of nights with someone other than his grandparents, I probably would have been a little heartsick. But considering this is the 2nd night I have been away from him in almost a year, it was a much-needed break. We both agree we have to do it again.
Max apparently missed us a bit, though. He refused to let his grandparents rock him to sleep, and so they had him put himself to sleep in his own crib. He eventually did fall asleep on his own, but the poor little guy missed out on about 3 hours of sleep (he normally sleeps 6-6, but he slept from 8-5 last night), so he was exhausted. I put him to sleep around 5-5:30 this evening because he was begging for it. Poor buddy.
*****
While we were at the concert, we sat right behind a very cute family--mother, father, 2 sons (about 10-12 years old). Despite the fact that normally I would have been cursing the mother out because she was shaking her boooooooooty right in front of me and really getting into the concert, I couldn't help but just watch admiringly at her and her family (and consequently forgive her for her booty-shaking). I loved watching how she was herself and the kids respected her for that--the younger son even got up and was shaking his own tush with her, and the older son, albeit rolling his eyes, was singing along to the music. Mom was holding her son's hand while dancing and you could just sense that this was a family of love. I want to be like that.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
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