We´re bumbling our way around. Sometimes it´s funny. Read on.

Friday, March 23, 2007


Here we go again with the baby drinking pictures, I know, but mostly I like Max in that hat. He has a thing for wearing hats that do not belong to him, which maybe isn't such a great habit since there was a lice outbreak recently. I am also waiting for the day when he spends 5 hours in day care walking around talking about beer and the teachers call Family Services to file an abuse report.
In the back of this photo you can see the orchid I am desperately trying not to kill. Note that there is one leaf; it came with several, and they soon turned grey and fell off. Apparently I over-watered it. Luckily, I was quick enough with that beer that the same cannot be said for my son.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Saturday in the park with Ella. And a pretzel.




So last Saturday we went over to see P and C and Ella and share a few pretzel sticks. Max decided to throw the mack Ella's way and break out his "Look, I can lean over sideways on this chair," trick. Normally, he runs this one by leaning over backwards. It is hard to know what makes a two-year old tick. Sometimes it is pretzel sticks. Sometimes it is Ella.


Right now, though, one thing that is the object of Max's baby OCD is the upstairs playroom. Over February vacation, I carpeted the attic and we dragged some toys up there. So far he's most interested by the new rowing machine and the fact that there is a window which is level with the floor (yes, it's a little scary). We'll get bars for that window before he goes flying into the yard.


The best part of his being insane for the playroom is that I don't actually think he knows what a playroom is. He knows that it's good - we keep talking about it, there are toys available after he gets there. He knows that sometimes it is off limits, like when it was carpeted but still so full of junk that he really couldn't go in there. But I don't think he knows that it is the actual space yet, because he walks around the playroom asking about the playroom, as if he hasn't yet found it. It's sort of interesting if you're his parents. Which, I guess, you're not. Cute pictures though, right?