Max climbs on everything. For a while now, he's been able to get into his highchair. Now, that's baby talk. How about that poofy ottoman? Done. Toilet? Easy. Bedside table to get access to the top of Dad's dresser? That was last Friday. Coffee table? A little more challenging, but if Max pushes a step stool or the ottoman up to it, no sweat. Dining room table? That's the piece de resistance. With the help of a tall chair, he can swing himself up onto the chair and then onto the table. It turns out that if he stands on the table, he can almost reach the chandelier. Great.....
Max cannot get enough book reading. He wakes up, he wants books. Done eating? Books for dessert please. Play time? Nope, make that reading time. He still can't say much, but he certainly likes to hear the sound of our voices. Who am I kidding, our voices are secondary to the pictures of animals in these books. I was going through one vocabulary book today and he started flipping the pages. I told him to stop and kept plodding through a page at a time. Max was patient and listened, up to the point where there was a dog on one page. His head just about spun off as he jabbed his finger at the dog. Scenario 2: there's another book that Holly has gone over and over with him in the last couple of days, but I had never picked up until this afternoon. The first page reads "This little baby is waving hello". So I open the book and I think I said "This.." when Max points at the baby with his left hand and starts waving with his right hand. Come on now. This is the type of jaw-dropping event that seems to happen once a day, on average.
On Thursday, I heated up some quiche in the microwave for Max and popped it on his highchair tray. Unfortunately it was too hot to pick up so Max recoiled when he tried to pick it up. An expected first reaction. His second reaction? He started blowing. Yes, he seems to have drawn a relationship between my blowing on hot food to cool it off. He wasn't actually blowing on the food, but whatever...
At the moment, Max is getting over a case of pink eye and Holly and I are enjoying the fun task of cramming ointment in under his bottom eyelids. It's particularly hard to do when Max is already crying or upset - it turns out that he's been working out and his eyelid muscles are quite strong. However, even when he's calm and receptive to his parents messing around with his face, his gorgeous eyelashes jack everything up. We can't win:)
Holly and I both think that Max is starting to get into that "terrible twos" mode in that he is probably starting to get frustrated that he can't communicate certain things to us. Often he'll ask for certain things and he doesn't get what he wants. In some cases, it's because we don't want to give him his way all the time (or it's just not a good idea), but in other cases, we just don't know what he wants. We're pretty good at guessing, but you can't read minds all the time. The problem is that I don't think Max can tell the difference between these two situations and he might think that if we knew what he wanted, then we'd comply. Which would be pretty frustrating because the big stopper would seem to be an inability to communicate. He can finally say NO, YES and MOM (truth be told, I think NO came first). Oddly enough, he still doesn't seem to be very close to dog, cat or duck, three of his favourite book animals. Given the progress of the past few weeks, though, it shouldn't be long. No guess as to when he'll pull DAD off.
Finally, I want to leave you with a whole bunch of pictures from yesterday's gymnastics class. It was the last class of the session and so all parents were allowed to attend and take pictures. Although parents were supposed to do their best to keep siblings off the apparatus! We've really enjoyed sharing this time with Max, watching him get stronger and more nimble and we're looking forward to starting the next session in a couple of weeks.
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