Boy stuff

Yesterday, Bobbie Jo brought Max's jeans up to show them to me. They were grass stained, caked with dirt, and the knees were wearing out. She also mentioned how his shoes are starting to wear out, and are beyond cleaning.

I just got a text from her that Max was playing with his first worm. He put it in the trunk of his "car".

He's a boy alright!

Mouse a Cookie

A Father's Dream fulfilled

Today I bought Max his first tool set. Together, we "fixed" his bike.

Stops and Starts

Looking back over the last many months of blog posts, I realize the difficulty in writing about things as they happen. What appear as "milestones" are frequently not, and sometimes are not repeated as soon as we expected them to be.

We still struggle with Max's eating. He's slowly becoming interested in big boy foods, but not at the speed we would like. He's eaten many things, but unfortunately something he likes on Tuesday gets a loud "nope" on a Wednesday.

He hasn't been interested in the potty either since the last time. We're working with him on it, but he just doesn't want it right now. It'll all come in time.

He's a great kid, and wicked smart. We're very lucky to have such an outstanding kid, and the things that we're having trouble with pale in comparison to all that he has accomplished. Great work kid!

Max's Two Year Photo Shoot

We scheduled some time and met with our friend Dan Terpstra to do Max's two-year photos. He had fun with Max's high level of energy, and struggled to get pictures of him where he wasn't moving at a million miles an hour.

The pictures are FANTASTIC, and as we always are with Dan's photography, we are thrilled. Below is a sample of some of the great shots he got.



Dan does outstanding baby, portrait, and wedding photography in Grand Rapids (as well as all over the country), and we couldn't recommend him more. If you are in the market, please check him out: Terpstra Photography.

Fred?

A few weeks ago (on the day of his Birthday Party no less) I asked Max if his name was "Fred". He agreed that his name was, in fact, "Fwed". He told everyone who asked him his name, that his name was "Fwed".

It took Bobbie Jo almost 3 days to get him to realize his name was actually Max. It took daddy exactly 3 seconds to again convince him his name was "Fred".

I'll be sleeping in the garage soon, I think.

The search for dimes

I'm not sure who gave me this Mickey Mouse bank, but I've had it as long as I can remember. When we were getting Max's room ready for his arrival, I put it up on one of his shelves, thinking that it would be nice to pass it on.

I'm not sure when it happened, or what prompted it, but one day Max heard the jingle of change in someone's pocket and asked for their "dimes".

Many visitors (and many dimes) later, Mickey is almost half full. Max will "pull" the giver of the dimes up to his room, and ask for help getting the bank off of the shelf, so that he can give them to Mickey.

I asked Max (probably hunting for a cute story),"What does Mickey eat?". I was sure the answer would be"dimes", I was wrong.

Mickey eats "food".

This kid has more Spiderman stuff than I thought was possible. He's going to be a geek (just like his old man).

Guess who peed in the potty?

Today when Bobbie Jo and Max got home from a trip to Target, Max told her he needed to pee. She asked him if he wanted to sit on the potty and he said "yes, the big potty". Bobbie Jo held him on the big potty; he strained a bit and farted.

She moved him to his own little green potty and told him if he peed in the potty that he could have a cookie. Nothing happened. She stood him up and he started to pee and she quickly sat him back down.

A big deal was made about this grand accomplishment, and together they poured the pee in the big potty and flushed it down. She told him that if he said when he had to pee or poop, and he did it in the potty that we would give him a cookie. She felt like he really understood. This wasn't so hard.

30 min later, he pooped in his diaper.