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!
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!
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