Thursday, March 31, 2011

Little Drummer Boy

Max has started doing this funny thing with his tongue when he is concentrating. You see it here after about 1:05. Too funny.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Fort Yau-der-DALE

Despite the fact that Max thought he was going back to New York City when we boarded the plane to Ft. Lauderdale last week, he adapted pretty well when we arrived in Florida and there was no Times Square or Central Park. Mike wondered what the map in Max's head must look like. I am sure it would be fascinating.

One of our first nights on vacation we treated Max to sushi. He had his own (whole) sushi roll and also split some dumplings with us, generous boy that he is.

We spent quite a bit of time on the beach. This is Max's patented double-dump method of filling a bucket.

And his "cool dude" sunglasses, which he will remind you of if you don't say it when you put them on him.

He loved looking at the water from our balcony.

And swimming with daddy and mama.

But probably his favorite thing was climbing out of the pool, touching the deck and jumping right back in to daddy.

A close second was filling up this dump truck, pushing it to the grass, and dumping it out. Over, and over and over and over and...

More evidence in support of Captain Tornado's nickname:

Apparently the outdoor table also makes a lovely bench.

Squishing ants (or trying to...his motor skills aren't quite fast enough yet):

Best picture ever:

Max was such a good boy on the plane both directions. On the way there we planned the flight for nap time in hopes that he would sleep, and he did for two hours. Unfortunately the flight home (which was just me and Max since Mike stayed for spring training games) was not at nap time, but despite that I got him to sleep and he took another great nap, two hours before his normal nap time. We were super lucky and got to sit in first class on the way home too and even had an empty seat next to us so we could spread out and Max could play with his cars.

All in all another very fun trip.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011


Max has been becoming more and more conversational over the past weeks and months. A couple weeks ago I had a really funny conversation with him:

Max (looking at my recently-pedicured bare feet): Mama, paint feet!
Me: Yes, do you like it? Doesn't it look pretty?
Max: Good job mama!

Another funny one that sticks with me is:

Max (singing Old MacDonald in the back seat of the car): Moo moo here, moo moo here.
Me: Max, I just love how you are starting to sing all these songs. It is so great!
Max: Tanks mama!

It is so funny to hear things I say to him parroted back in different ways. One of his favorites is "No way!" when he really doesn't like what I want him to do, just like I use it when I really don't want him to do what he is trying to.

Two weekends ago we took Max on his first trip to New York city. He thoroughly enjoyed the amenities (read: cookies) of the Admirals Club at the airport.

One of the many ways I tried to keep him occupied on the plane was with stickers. He would rather put them all over himself than in the sticker book. It is way more fun, of course. He did pretty well on the plane, as well as a 1 1/2 year old can be expected to do. At least there was no screaming or crying. But he was hard to keep contained to his seat. (We were super lucky and there was an empty seat next to mine - key since we had not bought a seat for him.)

Max and his new friend Connor really enjoyed our very cold outing to Central Park.

Max also enjoyed the New York Times. A very cultured boy.

Or something.

We stayed one night at a hotel in Times Square. Every time we left the hotel all weekend Max would point at the tall buildings and yell "New York City!". When we drove through downtown Chicago after getting home that weekend he also yelled "New York City!".

Max and Connor had tons of loud fun once the air mattress was deflated.

And they got some hugs in too. They were too cute together.

But let us compare. Sweet, quiet, calm Connor:

Captain Tornado Max:

It was COLD when we went to Central Park, but the boys didn't care, and didn't want to leave when it was time.

One of Max's recent favorite pastimes is stomping on snow.

We sure had fun!