Think Twice

If we knew how crabby Mae would become six months ago we probably wouldn't be pregnant right now. I guess it's a good thing we're not clairvoyant. Now in her defense this week she does have some teeth coming in, but she also has some strong personality points that have nothing to do with her discomfort. Last week we were at the store to buy her some socks. She loves socks almost as much as she likes shoes. When we tried to hand the socks over to the cashier not only would she not let go, a fairly normal response from someone that age, but she gave the cashier this withering stare of hatred and death. It was defiantly NOT normal for someone that age. Luckily for us she is still super squishy and cute to look at. We bought her a lady bug costume complete with wings at the Associate Store and I couldn't resist dressing her in it for church on valentine's day. She was adorable. She has started nursery and according to her teacher does well, especially when snack time comes along. What is up with my kids and food? I promise I do feed them.

Max is an absolute doll right now. I suppose it is some sort of balance blessing that he would be so sweet when she is so angry. He loves his swim class and it it fun to watch him swimming. I want to tell the lifeguard to keep an extra close eye on him, cause when he is not doing the one on one time with his teacher he is constantly dunking under the water. He loves to swim. He is obsessed with video games and is scarily good at them. I would say at this point the he is probably as good as I am. Max always helps out and does what we ask. Sometimes he whines a bit, but he always does it anyway. He loves to talk on the phone to my parents and tells them the funniest thoughts that are going through his head at the moment. He asks them to come over every day. (Mae will not talk or make sounds on the phone. She resents being asked to preform for an audience.) I love Sundays and watching Max walk with his class to and from the primary room. His cute little folded arms and he always looks for me in the library and waves shouting, "Hi Mom!" I am told he likes to answer questions even when he doesn't have the answers. He is a bit of a tattle tell at preschool. He likes law and order. He will let me know if someone has been a bad boy/girl and is very concerned about whether they will get a punishment or not. Which is kinda funny since he is usually so good. I guess he needs the added vindication of his good behavior. He gives hugs and kisses so often I almost feel spoiled. He uses the word favorite to describe everything. I am pretty sure he doesn't understand the true meaning of the word. Basically the world is divided in two: his favorite, things he likes; and not his favorite, things he doesn't like or is hesitant to try. I am his favorite.