Max is walking pretty good these days. He can actually make it from room to room now with out holding on to anything. The past few days we have let him walk to the park. Not on his own of course. Lauren and I escort him. And he has the help of a walker type toy that his godmother Bridgett gave to him at Christmas. It is like a lawnmower. He loves to push it along. The park is about a block and half away. It is pretty cool because at his age everyday he walks we can say “He has never walked this far in his ENTIRE life” and it is a true statement. How often do we say stuff like that that is not true? For a 1-year-old kid everyday is like a milestone achievement. If Maxfield could talk he could say “I have never eaten this much Cheerios in one sitting in my entire life”, or “I have never pooped this much in one day in my entire life” and they pretty much are all true statements.
The other cool thing about him only being one is that he thinks I am the best singer, next to his mom, in the world. I can sing Itsy Bitsy Spider and the ABC’s better than anybody. They are the only two songs that I know. But if I were to cut an album, Max would buy it.
One random thought.
“Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya, you should take Crestor, or prepare to die.”
Thursday, April 21, 2005
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Hi, William, thanks for visiting me. When I saw on which post you commented, I thought, oh dear, this post is not really representative of what goes on here; this post is sort of "noble," and usually I'm just goofy, so if he really likes this one, he's probably not going to enjoy the rest at all... but then I get over here and find Poop and Boogies, so I'm thinkin' you're probably down with the goofy...
I did enjoy your writing very much; I love to read parents who are truly enjoying their kids. Sorry about the murder in your backyard, though, rough neighborhood...
William, I got here from clicking on your name over at Susie's blog. (Don't you believe her for a second. That's a perfect representation of what goes on over there. I feel like I'm at home when I visit her blog!)
Anywho, I *love* your blog!! Woo! Mind if I come back and read up on what's the haps in the Poop and Boogies world?
I have three little clowns -- the youngest is Buddy. He's about 16 months old, and recently started walking as well.
I loved your recounting of recent conversations in your house. Hee! Those are great! The whole waking you up because you're farting, but not really farting is CLASSIC.
Escaped-from-the-Circus-Kelli lies and she's crazy.
Oh, my. Who would say such a thing about dear, sweet CK?
Renegade-asstroll: I have never claimed any differently.
Wait... is that you Mom?
My name is Inego Montoye--you killed my father, prepare to die!
Hahaha--The Princess Bride--I loved that movie!
Nice to meet you--I've never read your blog before--glad I found you!
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