When Max first started to smile, we had a new mission: get Max to smile often. Then when he started to laugh, that was our new obsession: finding out what makes Max laugh!
On this particular day, it was the little orange fishy toy that was crackin’ him up!
I wouldn’t say I’m particularly fond of birds. They aren’t cuddly or all that cute. Nor would I say I dislike them. It’s cool they can fly, there’s so many different kinds of them and they are rumored to be from the good ol’ dinosoar days.
So I’d say I’m sort of neutral on my feelings of birds. Which doesn’t at all explain: WHY IN THE WORLD? do I have bird fingurines all over my house? Wait, don’t get scared by that! I’m not like a nick nack freak with shelves and shelves of birds. And none of them are taxidermy specials of the once-living-among-us kind of birds. But over the years I’ve been drawn to little bird figurines and have collected a few that are now scattered around the house.
Most recently, the birds have been drawn to me. They built a home right on our front door! I took the wreath that hangs on it down for a little cleaning and there on top was a cute little nest and eggs. Really strange that they would build there since the front door is in constant motion. It’s the door we use the most for coming and going.
I hadn’t seen a bird fly to the wreath in awhile. So maybe after they built it, THEN they realized just how much the door moved, and they abandoned it. Poor little eggs. Never to be. Never to fly away.
I was at work when someone showed this to me. There’s a lot of down time in my line of work, so things like this get passed around. At first I didn’t think much of it. But then I couldn’t get it out of my head, so there must be some sort of genius at work here.
Here Max is wearing one of my favorites from his fall collection– OK, let me just interrupt here for a second. Please know that I’m joking. I hate fashion. No wait, that’s a little harsh. Fashion bores me. There! That’s better. Just give me a comfortable pair of jeans, boots and t-shirt, please. I guess that’s just part of being an 80 year old man.
But yes, this is probably my favorite outfit of Max’s so far. Just one, courtesy of my mom and dad, of the many, many outfits they sent before Max was even born. I love the colors and the little trees and animals.
And yup, Max is starting to get the hang of sitting up by himself! But he easily tips over like a drunkard.
He can finally jump until his heart’s content! Or well, until I say he’s done. You can’t leave babies in these things for too long because it’s bad for their hips. And they can’t lay in their crib too much or they get a flat head. And… so basically you just have to keep rotating them around from position to position. Which is good since they don’t like to stay in one spot for too long anyway. At least Max doesn’t.
Joe’s mom offered to buy us a jumper, bouncer, whatever you call them, thingy. So I picked the Rainforest Jumperoo and she had it shipped to our door.
When it first arrived Max was too little for it – his feet didn’t touch the ground. But, hey just wait a couple weeks, since he’s growing like a weed, and now it’s a perfect fit.
I tried to get a smiley photo out of him, but every time I got the camera out, he’d look at me like, Whatchya doin’ that for, I’m tryin’ to play!
He also says Thanks, Grandma!
