Max is actually a pretty good kid

(Yes, mother, I know I have not posted anything substantial in quite a while. Fact is, I've been busy. Grades were due at the end of October, and then we had parent-teacher conferences last week. I actually had a couple of parents ask me how I do it all--being a new mother, a teacher at 2 schools, and still manage to do as much with the Latin Club as I do. I really don't know how. Sometimes I wonder if I am just skating by and doing everything just mediocre. I hope not.)

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Despite his many areas needing improvement (which include SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP--his sleeping habits are terrible--his constant drooling, poor table manners, lack of interest in learning algebra and Latin, his inability to clean up after himself and earn his keep in the house, etc.), Max is actually a pretty good kid.

I would even go so far as to say that I kinda like him.

Heck, I think I love him.

He's actually quite the friendly little booger. He's peaceful and patient (he got that from Brandon)--I took him with me to school yesterday, and he managed to stay there and entertain himself and also put up with all the idiots wanting to see him and gawk at him, and he did not throw a single BF.

He's gonna be smart. With me as his mother and Brandon as his father, he has to be. I know it's really early, but I think I can already see his intelligence starting to poke through. He's constantly observing things; he likes to walk around with me throughout the house--he sits on my hip now so he can face forward--and he just watches very peacefully everything I do. When I get a glass of water, he watches me open the cupboard, get the glass, turn on the faucet, fill the glass, and then he watches as I drink it. It's actually fun to watch him watch me.

He's always happy. I love listening to him laugh. He has so many different laughs--squeals, giggles, and full-blown rolling-on-the-floor laughs.

And he makes me happy. I'm pretty sure I smile more with Max around. In fact, at parent-teacher conferences, another parent was asking how I manage being a new mom and teaching, and I said that I am just really happy with where I am now. He replied, "You look it--I can tell."

I am happy. Never been happier.

The past two days have been really nice because it has just been me and Max. He's so different from the way he was during the summer (when he was just born) when it was just me and him--I don't know if it sounds bad to say this or not, but I enjoy my time with him more now than I did. I think it's because he has so much personality now. He's such a little person, and it's so much more fun--and certainly more rewarding--being with him.

I think he loves me, too.