St. Maarten!

Good reminder

You cannot conceive my isolation, so complete it is at times. I do not gift you with clever conversation, cute remarks to be laughed over and repeated. I do not give you answers to your everyday questions, responses over my well being, sharing my needs, or comments about the world about me. I do not give you rewards as defined by the world's standards...great strides in development that you can credit yourself; I do not give you understanding as you know it. What I give you is so much more valuable...I give you instead opportunities. Opportunities to discover the depth of your character, not mine; the depth of your love, your commitment, your patience, your abilities; the opportunity to explore your spirit more deeply than you imagined possible. I drive you further than you would ever go on your own, working harder, seeking answers to your many questions with no answers. I am the child who cannot talk. (Author unknown)

'I call dada'

Bye ears

This is how I found out Max's ear hurt. He told me 'Bye ears!' I personally thought that would be a little drastic so we bought him some medicine instead. He's fine now.

Me: 'Daddy is a?'

Max: 'boy'

Me: 'Max is a?'

Max: 'boy'

Me: 'Mommy is a?'

Max: 'mommy!'


'Max, where do fish live?'

'Haughton'


(And a correction on my previous posting, turns out Max did not actually say 'Hi flying bug.' He instead said 'High five, boks,' common mistake..).

What dada does at work and other stories

We were driving in the car and Max said something that I couldn't hear.  I turned down the music and said 'what?' to which he yelled 'POOPIE! EXCUSE ME!' and then I smelled it..... He was right..

I asked Max what dada does, to which Max replied 'Sitting.' Then I asked him what dada does at work and he said 'Play.' Hmm, interesting..

At church Max loves to go to the sanctuary. While we're there he runs up and down the stairs, looks at everything and is just so excited to be there. In that enormous room Max has discovered one little spot where if you jump up and down, it makes a different sound than the rest of the room. Who notices that?! Max does.. While he's doing that he comments on the sound by saying 'Music.' (I am foreseeing music lessons in the future).

I asked him what he wants to do tomorrow, he said 'Trick or Treat!' Had a little to much fun this Halloween..

Max was playing and a fly kept flying around his head, then I heard him say: 'Hi bug flying.' 

Max had a lot of goodbyes before going to bed today; 'bye Ipad,' 'bye kitchen,' bye dada's books,' bye mommy's phone,' bye Micky,' bye Goofy,' bye Duck,' bye light off,' bye Monster song,' bye bye. 

Bye Max :-)

Huh?

Me: "Old MacDonald had a farm, hia hia ho, and on that farm he had a"...

Max: "Zebra!"

Me: "Uhhh oke, hia hia, hoo, and a (insert zebra sound) here and a (more zebra sound) there, hia hia hoo"...

Good niiiiiiiiiiight

Max made his own song! It goes like this:

Good niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight Ernie,
good niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiht Bert,
good niiiiiiiiiiiiiight Cooky,
good niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight Dr. Phil,
good niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight Nicole,
good niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight Jenny!