Rice cereal is GREAT! Sooo sticky and gooey. And it's the only substance known to man to actually get MORE runny as time passes.
It only took a few dribbles right back over his bottom lip for Max to come up with his own system of plugging his mouth with his thumb after each spoonful. (We've learned to be quick with the spoon or we'd never get it out.)
It's a great system as long as he isn't more interested in grabbing the actual spoon than eating his dinner.
P.S. More pictures coming soon...
P.S.S. In the non-scientific procedure of stepping on a scale holding Max and then subtracting our own poundage (we won't go there...) we figure his earthly gravitational weight to be right in the vicinity of 20-21 lbs.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Windy City or bust
Max had his first overnight road trip this past weekend to Evanston, just north of Chicago, to meet his new cousin Steven Charles. Although mom and dad had a dual purpose for the trip, we all had great time meeting the new family member, not to mention the time Aunt Amber and Uncle Tim had to spend with Max.
The trip down was good. We made it about ¾’s of the way before Max decided it was time to eat. Our first stop at the giant Outdoor World / Bass Pro Shop never made it beyond the very back of the parking lot. That was ok though… We managed to time it right and missed most of the traffic heading into the city. Lakeshore Drive is a cool way to get north of town if it’s not rush hour.
It only took about 30 minutes for Amber and Tim to pick their jaws up off the floor and to stop laughing upon seeing how big Max has become. It didn’t help little Steven, at one month old, is only half Max’s size. It was definitely a study in contrast lying them side by side.
Max got to break in some of Steven’s new toys (sorry sis…), slide around on they’re very nice, very old, hardwood floors, laugh hysterically every time Shadow, their 110 lb. bloodhound would walk by and lick his face.
Amber and Tim also had the pleasure of watching him, along with there own brand new baby, while Annie and I went out to experience our long awaited plans. (Everyone was asleep when we got back, and the house wasn’t in shambles, so I think I believe them, when they say it went alright.)
The drive back Sunday was going great until about 10 miles from the Michigan border we realized the acrid stench we sporadically smelled for the last 15 miles was Max. I guess it was his way of telling us it was time for a break. Wow…
It was a great trip. Hanging out with my baby sister, her husband and new little boy. Amber and Annie had a great time swapping stories and trading hints and advice. We hope they get a chance to move back to Michigan sometime soon.
You can already tell they’re going to be great parents.
The trip down was good. We made it about ¾’s of the way before Max decided it was time to eat. Our first stop at the giant Outdoor World / Bass Pro Shop never made it beyond the very back of the parking lot. That was ok though… We managed to time it right and missed most of the traffic heading into the city. Lakeshore Drive is a cool way to get north of town if it’s not rush hour.
It only took about 30 minutes for Amber and Tim to pick their jaws up off the floor and to stop laughing upon seeing how big Max has become. It didn’t help little Steven, at one month old, is only half Max’s size. It was definitely a study in contrast lying them side by side.
Max got to break in some of Steven’s new toys (sorry sis…), slide around on they’re very nice, very old, hardwood floors, laugh hysterically every time Shadow, their 110 lb. bloodhound would walk by and lick his face.
Amber and Tim also had the pleasure of watching him, along with there own brand new baby, while Annie and I went out to experience our long awaited plans. (Everyone was asleep when we got back, and the house wasn’t in shambles, so I think I believe them, when they say it went alright.)
The drive back Sunday was going great until about 10 miles from the Michigan border we realized the acrid stench we sporadically smelled for the last 15 miles was Max. I guess it was his way of telling us it was time for a break. Wow…
It was a great trip. Hanging out with my baby sister, her husband and new little boy. Amber and Annie had a great time swapping stories and trading hints and advice. We hope they get a chance to move back to Michigan sometime soon.
You can already tell they’re going to be great parents.
~Steven Charles...~
~"Hey you..! Look here!~
~New moms & new babies~
Friday, May 9, 2008
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Mission #1
Although Mom and Max have been out mall shopping a few times in the last month or so, today was Max and Dad's turn.
I thought it pertinent for Max to see shopping doesn't always mean an all day experience. You have to plan what you want, where it is, get it and get out. Boom. Done. Finished. The guys way.
Mission: Find a Red Wings hat to send to Max's Uncle Tom out in Denver for losing a wager on the 2nd round play-offs againts the Av's. After acquiring said hat, the mission would only be complete upon successful shipment.
Results: After stopping two different places, we finally found what we needed and proceeded to find out not only were we too late for the US Post Office, but also too late for a local shipping store.
Prognosis: Mission should be accomplished sometime early this week.
Max did great! Dressed in a bib overalls and a bucket hat, he seemed to enjoy being strapped to my chest while walking around, slobbering all over the front of the carrier of course. After picking out his own book at the local Schulers, we surprised Mom at work (and also served as a distraction to her hard working employees). Everyone involved couldn't have been happier.
Back home now, my feet are up giving the old back muscles a break (doctor's appointment last week put him at 18 lbs 8 oz). Max slept a bit in the car, so we're just waiting for his little belly to let us know when it's time for a new bottle.
A great day...
I thought it pertinent for Max to see shopping doesn't always mean an all day experience. You have to plan what you want, where it is, get it and get out. Boom. Done. Finished. The guys way.
Mission: Find a Red Wings hat to send to Max's Uncle Tom out in Denver for losing a wager on the 2nd round play-offs againts the Av's. After acquiring said hat, the mission would only be complete upon successful shipment.
Results: After stopping two different places, we finally found what we needed and proceeded to find out not only were we too late for the US Post Office, but also too late for a local shipping store.
Prognosis: Mission should be accomplished sometime early this week.
Max did great! Dressed in a bib overalls and a bucket hat, he seemed to enjoy being strapped to my chest while walking around, slobbering all over the front of the carrier of course. After picking out his own book at the local Schulers, we surprised Mom at work (and also served as a distraction to her hard working employees). Everyone involved couldn't have been happier.
Back home now, my feet are up giving the old back muscles a break (doctor's appointment last week put him at 18 lbs 8 oz). Max slept a bit in the car, so we're just waiting for his little belly to let us know when it's time for a new bottle.
A great day...
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