Brandon and I joke that Max is such a little hippie baby. We figure he'll be in elementary school sipping an espresso and reading some Kerouac while everyone else is drinking juice and playing video games.
The evidence we have produced a little hippie intellect:
--When wet, his hair practically touches his back. We have no plans on giving Max a haircut anytime soon. Hasn't had one yet--those curls are just too cute!
--He does not watch tv (and neither do we, really) and reads about 20 books a day.
--He tills the earth.
--He only eats fruits and veggies. Not a big meat-eater (yessss!!!!!!!!!!! Mom is secretly happy her child might end up being a vegetarian like herself!).
--He walks around barefoot all day.
--He likes the feel of the grass between his toes.
--He likes to conserve energy (by turning off the lights for us).
--He's in touch with Mother Nature in more ways than most people are; namely, he eats mud.
--He loves animals and would never hurt one. Loves to hunt for bugs.
--Loves classical music.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
There's a wolf in the woods
really, though, a coyote, but stillllll spoooooooooooooooooooooooooky. I almost got eaten by it last night.
Monday, September 29, 2008
We're good parents. Really.
Max ate some mud today.
And we watched.
And paused to take a picture.
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Max had fun with the grandparents this weekend.
And we watched.
And paused to take a picture.
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Max had fun with the grandparents this weekend.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Mr. Max: A Day In The Life
6:00 AM. I think Momma is drinking her baby milk right now (they call it "coffee," but I know it's really baby milk), and I know she would think it were a really funny joke if I were to wake up right now while she's drinking her baby milk. I'll think about it....
6:01 AM. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
6:02 AM. Momma comes in and says "good morning" and gives me a hug and a kiss and picks me up and exclaims, "Whoa! Super soaker, dude!" and then changes my baby panties.
6:05 AM. I get carried in style out to the living room. The doggies kiss me. I immediately start tearing the house apart.
6:30 AM. Momma is running around frantically trying to get all her stuff ready for work. She's crazy. I don't know why she doesn't get it ready the night before.
6:40 AM. I play with the buttons in Momma's car for a few minutes and then wave bye-bye to Momma.
6:41 AM. Ick. Now it's just me and dud. Guess he's got to feed me some breakfast. He tries, but it just ends up on the floor (no idea why) and the doggies eat it.
7 AM: Dad hoses me down and then he picks out some really lame-o outfit for me to wear so I can get beat up by Mr. Brendan.
7:45 AM. I shove Dad out the door upon arriving at Ms. Lindsey's. See ya later, alligator. I used to cry, but now I don't and literally shove him out.
From around 8-3, I am a calm, peaceful baby. I do what I am told to do and say "please" and "sorry." I do not do bad things like go up and down the stairs.
3:00 PM: Momma's here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SQUEALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RUNNING AROUND HOUSE IN EXCITEMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For the next 20 minutes, Momma chats with Miss Lindsey and I run around getting into crap and I pant with excitement. I go up and down the stairs at least 23 times even though Momma says "no" and I make her chase me and then she starts to sweat and pant like me.
3:30: Snack time. Momma gives me a snack, usually milk and fruit.
4:00-4:45: Play time outside. We explore the cul-de-sac and hunt for squirrels. I keep going in people's driveways and Momma tells me "no." We chat with the neighbors and everyone tells me how cute I am. Duh.
4:45: Dad's home. Sometimes we eat dinner and then walk the dogs or sometimes we walk the dogs and eat dinner. Afterwards, they hose me down.
6:00: Crib time. I get into my pajamas and Momma reads me 3 books. They're lame, but I secretly like them.
6:30-6:45. Good night.
6:01 AM. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
6:02 AM. Momma comes in and says "good morning" and gives me a hug and a kiss and picks me up and exclaims, "Whoa! Super soaker, dude!" and then changes my baby panties.
6:05 AM. I get carried in style out to the living room. The doggies kiss me. I immediately start tearing the house apart.
6:30 AM. Momma is running around frantically trying to get all her stuff ready for work. She's crazy. I don't know why she doesn't get it ready the night before.
6:40 AM. I play with the buttons in Momma's car for a few minutes and then wave bye-bye to Momma.
6:41 AM. Ick. Now it's just me and dud. Guess he's got to feed me some breakfast. He tries, but it just ends up on the floor (no idea why) and the doggies eat it.
7 AM: Dad hoses me down and then he picks out some really lame-o outfit for me to wear so I can get beat up by Mr. Brendan.
7:45 AM. I shove Dad out the door upon arriving at Ms. Lindsey's. See ya later, alligator. I used to cry, but now I don't and literally shove him out.
From around 8-3, I am a calm, peaceful baby. I do what I am told to do and say "please" and "sorry." I do not do bad things like go up and down the stairs.
3:00 PM: Momma's here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SQUEALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RUNNING AROUND HOUSE IN EXCITEMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For the next 20 minutes, Momma chats with Miss Lindsey and I run around getting into crap and I pant with excitement. I go up and down the stairs at least 23 times even though Momma says "no" and I make her chase me and then she starts to sweat and pant like me.
3:30: Snack time. Momma gives me a snack, usually milk and fruit.
4:00-4:45: Play time outside. We explore the cul-de-sac and hunt for squirrels. I keep going in people's driveways and Momma tells me "no." We chat with the neighbors and everyone tells me how cute I am. Duh.
4:45: Dad's home. Sometimes we eat dinner and then walk the dogs or sometimes we walk the dogs and eat dinner. Afterwards, they hose me down.
6:00: Crib time. I get into my pajamas and Momma reads me 3 books. They're lame, but I secretly like them.
6:30-6:45. Good night.
Monday, September 8, 2008
We finally have a new camera......
so no more bitching about how we don't post pics!
Many thanks to B's parents for the new camera!
Many thanks to B's parents for the new camera!
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