it was a choo choo train party. you know, choo choo max is turning 2. and he loves to say choo choo. and he loves trains. so pretty much, win/win.
my friend katie russell took pictures. i'll upload them when i get them from her.
but before next weeks' busy week, i wanted to remember a few things about max. and about this birthday. and him.
he is, hands down, the sweetest boy i have ever known.
he loves to help. be it picking up or handing someone something that belongs to them (pratt's b or jacket or cup). he's just kind. and sweet.
his mother's day out teacher always told me this, but i didn't believe her. well, this morning after helping in the church nursery, i believe her. he really is the sweetest.
he has blue/grey eyes. but there is a little speck on his right eye...towards his nose...where it's golden colored. like an orange almost. it's the only place that looks that way. and i see it each time i look at him closely.
he is walking and running a lot better. we started therapy and he seems to like it. just the physical part. we haven't started the speech part yet.
he loves pratt. and dogs. and yoda. and all insects outside. he has no fear of bugs/moths/butterflies/etc. and will literally walk up to anything and try to grab it.
he laughs hard. if someone is laughing, he joins in. he loves chicken pho. and noodles. and ice cream. and frozen yogurt sticks. he loves watermelon and gets it all over him. he loves the waterhose outside. and digging in the dirt. and his favorite is to turn the water hose on and THEN dig in the wet dirt/mud.
he loves the library. and sonic tea wrapped in duct tape (thank you uncle ty ty). he loves noodle mac n cheese. and carrots in ranch.
he loves to hug. and smile. and say cheese. he has started really calling for me. yelling, "mamaaaaaa!!!" when he needs me. and when he wakes from a nap. he wakes in the morning around 730. naps at 1230. wakes around 230 or 3. and hits the hay at 730. sometimes 7. sometimes 8. listen, if he isn't feeling the urge to sleep, you might as well keep him up. because he's not like pratt and won't just lay in the bed. that's called being "post colic". ughhhh.
tomorrow he has his tonsils out. at ach. and i'm nervous. but i know he will be in good hands. still nervous. he's my baby.
i'm attaching a picture i took of him tonight. he might be the prettiest 2 year old i know. yes, yes he is.
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