max wellington zane bovard

well, i know that everyone has a personal bias towards their own child but honestly, without any at all....i can tell you that i have the funniest child ever. 

he has been amazing us with his communication these days. he started talking when he was 18 months old, he said NOTHING until he uttered the word "wall" one lovely day last summer and really has not stopped talking a day since. he wakes up and instead of yawning or acting groggy, he proceeds to tell me about what his plans for the day are or what he "dream-ed" about last morning (we're still working on timelines). he is hilarious.  

tonite, stacy called and said that she had surprised us by stopping over to see us after vacation and waited a half an hour on our porch. we unfortunately had been at chili's with chris' family and had missed her.  i told max and he was bummed out. he said " i really wanna see stace."

so we had him call her.  naturally we only heard one side of the conversation....

"stace. i want you to come to my house. nooo, we can't come over there. you have to come to our house. what? is your phone broken? are you talking? i can't hear you. i think we need to get you a new phone. stace. are you coming over? i wanna see you stacy because i love you. are you laughing? you are laughing. you are funny. ok all done, it's for you daddy." 

i took the phone and stacy was laughing and tearful. he is so sweet. 

chris was walking down my parent's stairs today and was carrying really heavy bags trying to persuade us to hurry and max, in true toddler form, was lolly gagging down the stairs. now, in my experience, trying to rush a toddler only causes the adverse to occur. they become slower....so without pressure, judgement, or criticism i ask max "do you want me to holdya?" he turns around looks at chris who is redfaced at this point and says "daddy. cool it. i need to get my shoes on!" we all cracked up because often times his little toddler fits are dealt with by us telling him to "cool it". ahhh, the statements that are thrown back in our face....

this sparked a story from chris' dad this evening....chris was about four when his family uprooted to new mexico for a job for his mom. his dad started pharmacy school when they were out there and was studying around the clock when he wasn't working at one of his two jobs. so chris' interaction with his was limited due to time constraints but chris being who he is, never misses anything.  apparently, chris told him mom one afternoon that he was going to study. he then proceeded to sit down at the kitchen table and yell "dammit, dammit" while pounding both fists on the table. 

in closing, i would like to say that i have some amazing pictures to put up of my family but i don't have that much energy at 407 am. why am i awake right now you may be wondering??? this is typical second trimester behavior for me. i don't sleep well. i wake up bright eyed and bushy tailed at about 330 most nights. so i thought i'd post something here. you'll probably see this time on my blog a lot now....

hope you are all having sweet dreams....