Max,
I just have to tell you that you say some of the funniest
(and most inappropriate things) for a 2.5 year old!! Just the other morning as I was quietly
trying to tiptoe out of the house, so that I could get to work by 7:00 AM, I
heard your sweet but loud voice yell MOMMA!
I went into my room (you have been sleeping in my bed because daddy is
redoing your closet, and frankly, it looks like an explosion hit your room),
crawled onto the bed, and you said “My diaper came off,” which actually means
you took it off because you don’t like to be wet. You should be potty trained, but you’re not,
because you are stubborn!!! Anyway, as
I’m putting your diaper on you reach down, grab a certain part of your body and
say, “look, momma, I can back myself up…beep, beep, beep.” Interesting that you drew a connection
between that and driving…you love to drive the gator and tractor at Grammy and
Granddaddy’s so I’m guessing that’s where it came from. But, for the next 20 minute drive, I could
not stop laughing about it! I love your
sweet voice and your humor!
Your favorite saying these days: I’m so fancy! haha
You like staying at mrs. Jena’s and she makes you
mind!!! I’ve seen a noticeable
improvement in your manners! Yes ma’am
to everyone, even daddy! You have met
some new friends and I have gained some teachable moments with you on what is
okay to repeat and what’s not okay.
Daddy has been working on a project with you. Together, you two made a very special box:
“max’s tacky box.” And, inside of it, we put words that you say that are just
tacky! So far, our first and only entry
into the box is “big fat butt.” You
locked that phrase into the box forever, never to come out again…we hope!
At this point, you can say anything. You make connections to everything. You also try to ignore me and daddy when you
don’t want to talk to us about something by closing your eyes and pretending
you are asleep. You often tell us, “I am
mad at you.” …when you have not gotten your way or “I’m not listening to
you.” Good thing you are sweet as pie
85% of the time.
You remind us to pray before every meal and just the other
night as we were lying in my bed you asked me where God lived. I pray God prepares me adequately for all of
your future questions about Him.
Tagg wants to do everything you do. He follows you around and wants to play with
you all the time. Ya’ll are just too
much fun to watch.
When we go to church, as you are about to enter, you yell,
“here I come!” I hope you are always as
eager to enter God’s House. That is my
prayer for you.
I love you little man, more than you’ll ever know.
Love,
Momma
