Monday, November 29, 2010

Nonfiction

Funny story: Isaiah insisted this week that he needed to start giving "basketball lessons" and that he was working on a poster or flier to hand out to kids in the neighborhood.  He had it all worked out: how much he would charge, when the classes would be, etc.  We tried to gently explain that it was fine if he wanted to play at that with his friends, but not to take any money from anyone because only adults can give lessons for money.  He was very upset that we insisted he couldn't really give lessons, and it finally came out that he was working on this poster (flier?) at school and that it was supposed to be nonfiction and if he didn't really do it his poster wouldn't be true, so it would be fiction.  We had to smother our laughter because he was so serious and worried about it.  I don't know if we convinced him or not that he had done his assignment correctly, even if he didn't really give lessons, but I thought it was funny that he was so concerned about it! 

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Anybody want a 2-year-old?

Yesterday, just after I found Max pouring himself a cup of milk. 

Adam made my favorite brownies last night.  I had one last night, and then found the pan in this state this morning.  *sigh*

Here, Momma, you can have this one.  (Thanks, bud, you can keep it.)

Here he is a minute before he was off again, hitting Lily over the head with a toy helicopter. 

So, anyone want a 2-year-old?  I'll sell him to you cheap!

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Happy Birthday to Max!

Max turned 2 on October 27 . . . and I am just now getting to posting about it. Yeah, I'm a little sleep deprived. And although this is a late and lazy tribute to him, I don't want to not celebrate my amazing little guy.

We celebrated his birthday with family Saturday morning with a cake (that Max picked out at the store himself) and red and blue balloons. He got lots of fun presents from his family that he hasn't stopped playing with since--especially his very own 2-wheel trainer bike which no one else is allowed to touch!


Max is our busy little man, always into something, and very independent.  His vocabulary has exploded the last couple of months, and he has gone from reluctant one-word mumbles to short sentences very quickly. He is also starting to master his colors by pointing out trucks while we drive. Katie has been his mentor, surrogate mother, and best friend since the day he was born, and he idolizes her and "Say-us" (Isaiah).  He makes lots of messes because, unfortunately for us, he learns by dumping things out, taking things apart, and testing things to see how best to break them.  He is very physical, constantly running, jumping, climbing, kicking, throwing, and, sadly, pushing, hitting, pinching, and biting.  But because he's so physical he's very coordinated at large motor activities, and can already use a two-wheel scooter better than his mom.  He also gives excellent hugs and is great at burping his baby sister. 

He is going to love us for this someday ;)  In my defense, Adam took the picture . . . but isn't it great?!

Favorite things: bikes, strollers, trucks, drinks of water and milk, cups, "uppies" (dogs), blankies, markers, Silly Banz, shoes (because putting them on means he can "go"--anywhere), jumping on the trampoline, and following his big sibs and their friends around, "Popcorn Popping," and "I Am a Child of God"

People he prays for, in the order he prays for them:
Katie
Daddy
Momma
"Gramma" (Grandma Linda)
"Grampa" (Grandpa Doug)
Porter

Other people he loves:
"Say-us" (Isaiah)
"Willy" (Lily)
"Helli" (Shelli)
"Amry" (Kamry)
"Bubbles"/"Gramma" (Grandma Bubbles)
"Game" (Gabe)
"Kuk" (Kirk)

We love our Max!  Happy birthday, Big Boy!