Happy Birthday, Max!!!!!!!!!

Mister Max would like to thank everyone for attending his birthday bash and for all of the wonderful gifts he received. Thank you.

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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.

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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.