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Our dog Sandy got spayed today. The vet said that, tonight, we should feed her half of what we would normally feed her
Well, she normally eats what Max throws on the floor. And I’m not making a bowl of noodles.
So, applesauce?
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Science museums are cool. I’ve always thought so.
Science museums geared toward kids under 5? You can’t really play with anything yourself, which sucks.
All you do is chase your kid around as he runs from one exhibit to the next until he passes out. And you have to dodge all the other kids running around and all the other parents chasing their kids. And you have to make sure your kid isn’t rude to other kids and act like it’s no big deal when other kids are rude to your kid.
It’s playground etiquette. Buch on a much more furious scale.
We had fun, though. I think Max liked the elevator (not an exhibit, just a handicap elevator) the best. But he also liked the little splash pool, the blocks, the trains, the tracks, the boat, the race car, the huge fire truck and the submarine in this picture.
Will we go back? Max napped for more than two hours today after all that running around. Of course we’re going back.
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Max is 18 months old today.
I know that’s an important milestone because it’s on all the tags of the clothes he wears.
He’s a cute kid. And a bright kid. A good eater and a good driver. And he can already swing a baseball bat.
We couldn’t be more proud.
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This makes me proud, because spraying water is serious business.
Look at his stance. Feet shoulder-width apart. Weight on his back leg. Solid two-hand grasp.
And excellent focus.
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Max expressed his appreciation for mom with an afternoon-long tantrum.
Happy Mother’s Day.
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So, Max is talking now. Pretty much.
His first word was “uh oh,” and he said that months ago. His first sentence was, “See you later,” and he said that weeks ago.
Recently, he’s been calling out names and mimicking animal sounds.
And he talks all the time. And he understands everything. I just asked him to hand me the remote, and he grabbed two of them and gave them to me.
A few weeks ago, I was a little worried that he was behind, developmentally. He wasn’t speaking sentences, and we have a book that says he’s supposed to be speaking sentences.
But then I realized it’s nice to not have to answer questions all the time. And now, I realize he’s been speaking sentences all along. We just couldn’t understand him.
But we do now, more and more.
Time for bed.
See you later.
We had a very busy day today. A farmer’s market, a festival and strawberry picking, again.
It was a lot of fun. And it’s always great to see Max experience new things.
But right now, he’s a tired and disheveled mess of tears. This particular tantrum has been going on for an hour or so. He was actually banging his head against the door a second ago. And now he’s rolling on the floor.
We need to figure out a way to build naps into these busy days, because we’re paying for it now.
There is light at the end of the tunnel, though. In about 2 hours and 45 minutes, we can put him to bed for the night.
