Random Maxism

Max: I like toast but I do not like snakes. They can bite me. Like this, AWRRR. (As he takes a snake-ish bite out of his toast.)

And speaking of snakes, I recently procured my favorite childhood Disney film on DVD; Robin Hood. I had so much fun watching that movie for the first time in probably 15 years. I sang along, bounced in my seat, quoted lines along with the characters. It was heavenly! My little brother and I used to love to imitate the sound effect made when Sir Hiss turned himself in to a self-propelled balloon. Whewtoo, whewtoo, whewtoo. It's still my favorite after all these years. Oodalally!

The 11th Commandment

A couple of days ago I asked Max to clean up his Matchbox cars. He conveniently ignored me and kept playing. Zoom, zoom, zoom he went on the coffee table with his little truck. I repeated myself a few minutes later, "Max, it's time to clean up your Matchbox cars." The response I got from my darling 3 year old just blew my mind. He continued playing and without looking up or pausing he said, "Number six. Thou shalt not clean up."

And that boys and girls is apparently an addendum to the current commandments as we know them. It seems my 9 year old also knows of this commandment. ;o)

1, 2, 3, 4

Max's preschool teacher passed along a funny story that happened on his first day of school. She was counting with her fingers and saying the numbers outloud as she went along to the class. When she got to #2, holding up her 2 fingers Max yelled out, "That's peace out, dude!" That's my Max.

Uniform

Everyday Mike puts on a belt to go to work. Max has caught on to this daily ritual and has decided that he will be Mike's personal butler by taking it out of the drawer every morning and helping Mike put it on. It's very cute.

The other day I had to go in to work on a day that it was ok to bring Max in with me for a couple of hours. When I told him that it was time to get dressed for work he very excitedly said, "I wear my beltloops?!" I said, "Sure, Max! Why not?" So he chose a pair of shorts with belt loops and then said, "I go get Daddy's belt!" Well, after telling him that Daddy's belt wouldn't fit him, I was looking through a drawer hoping I had one that would. Sure enough, I had one just his size. "PERFECT for me!", he said. He was very proud of his belt. When we left work and were headed to a restaurant for lunch, my precious boy asked if he could leave his belt on, or if he needed to take it off. Apparently he's noticed that the first thing Mike does when he gets home from work is take his belt off. He was afraid he had to do the same.

Belt on, belt off. Clock in, clock out.

He's got gumption, for sure!

This morning, my precious 2-year old had a waffle for breakfast. It was a little while later that he asked me for something else to eat. I told him he would have to wait. (This child would eat all day long and eat you out of house and home, if you let him.) I wasn't in the room with him, but I can imagine him thinking, "Ha, I'll show you, MOM!"
The next thing I know he's walking in to my room saying, "I'm eating my sandwich, Mom." Yup, he made himself a peanut butter sandwich! I ran to the kitchen and found a clean scene. I opened the cabinet (a chair had been pushed over to the counter and left there) and found the bread bag placed on the shelf (although still open) and the peanut butter jar was completely closed. And you and I know just how hard it is sometimes to get those lids back on perfectly. I inspected his sandwich and sure enough, there was plenty of peanut butter on there, it was a perfect sandwich. My little genius even put the knife in the sink!
Commence amazement.

Inspecting his work

Taste test

This was as close to a smile as I could get. He was too hungry to smile, apparently. LOL