All right folks, here are your Max stories for the week. Some are cute, some are not so cute. In fact, he's going through this screaming stage that makes me want to tear my hair out. Any time I say no to what he wants he starts screaming. I've just been ignoring it and making sure I don't give him what he wants, but to no avail. I've put him in time out a few times for it, but that hasn't done the trick either. So any suggestions are welcome. Okay, here we go...
I need to get it on video, but sometimes when Max is done with one thing and looking around for the next activity, he does what I call his George Jefferson walk. He holds his arms slightly behind him and swings them side to side instead of front to back and then he bobs his head back and forth. The other day Aida (our 2 year old neighbor he plays with every day) saw this and started calling him bobble head Max. So now they'll be walking along and she will nonchalantly say, "Come on bobble head Max." I think it's a pretty appropriate nickname.
We were at a play place this week and Max was in time out for hitting me. When his time was up I went over to remind him why he was there and that he owed me an apology. I squatted down next him and said "Max," before I could finish my sentence, he slumps his shoulders, rolls his eyes to the top of his head, and lets out the biggest sigh he can muster. I mean, am I dealing with a 2 year old boy or a teenage girl? It took everything I had to get the rest of my sentence out without laughing.
My friend Kristen posted a really cute story about her baby son on her blog and how she was reading the Ensign to him. He was all squirmy until she got choked up at a specific part. She said something to the effect of him being like his dad, he stopped what he was doing and just looked up at her, appreciating the moment. It was really sweet, but I had to laugh when I thought about how Max screams and pushes the Book of Mormon closed every morning when Abram tries to read a chapter to the family. So I told her that Jackson is like his dad, and Max is like his :).
And just to scare all of you, Max almost died on Wednesday. He did a great job in the pool and was going underwater and trying to swim his way back to the top. All kinds of crazy daring things. Then, right as we were leaving he walks over to the side of the pool and jumps right in. Heart attack. I ran over, jumped in, and pulled him up all before the lazy lifeguard even got her butt out of the chair. I mean, what's she there for? It was so scary, but all is well and we may even venture back next week.
Have a good weekend everyone!
3 comments:
Well with all those stories you sure did not save the best for last. That is so scary and so glad he is okay. I hope the baby didn't mind the big splash :)
At least he is super entertaining and is always keeping you on your toes!
The screaming thing, I'm not quite there yet with Victoria and short of duct tape you're doing all the right things as far as I've heard from other mothers...so go you! My Dad always used to tease me about the duct tape because I don't think I stopped being loud until I was like eight...right around the time I stopped sucking my thumb. Luckily he was just teasing me! :)
Yeah! A new post. I've only been checking every day :). Love the Max stories. Let me know when you come up with a good idea for the screaming - we could use it too. In the meantime, I suggest ear plugs :).
That is scary!! Nice lifeguard. Her tan must be great with all that sitting! Your stories are too funny. At least Abram reads the BOM every day to you guys. I am not about to wake up with Jason that early!!! I will give up my eternal progression for a little extra sleep it seems. :) As for the screaming, do you remember Noah? That is all I should have to say.
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