Already Like Me

It is no secret that I am a sucker for attention so I should not be surprized that Titan (although unwilling to make an appearance yet) has landed me on bedrest. So we spend a lot of quality time together, watching/feeling his gymnastics and he gets to hear my theories on when he should come see us all.

I decided to take all the whining and swearing out of this post so don't be mistaken that this is a walk in the park... it could just be worse. And don't get me going about Big Dumb Idiot (the nurse I have chosen to blame everything on).

Thank you to those watching Maximus and me.

C

Last Pint of Beans

As Mike and I cooked up a Sunday dinner for our parents this week I pulled the last two pints of beans I was left with from my Grandma Jackman. Yes, the best home grown and bottled green beans, the staple of the best Sunday dinners throughout my life, and likely the #1 reason my husband would do anything to get into the Jackman family I held the last of in my hands.

Call it being a woman or just so so pregnant I stood in the kitchen and balled for a few minutes. It has been 6 months since my Grandma died and although I was so happy to see her move on from a body that no longer kept up with her, it is never easy to see one of the good ones go.

To a grandmother that I love,

an example I will never forget,

and a friend that I miss;

thank you once again for a great Sunday dinner.

Hurricane Maximus

Maxx is typically pretty mild when it comes to mess making... a few of his utensils here and there or a pile of 4 books stacked where they don't go. Today something else possessed this kid. He started with a basket of clean clothes all over my room, then moved on to digging the dirt out of the one plant I have managed to keep alive, then onto scattering all the receipts from last year's taxes (gosh dang opposable thumbs he can open anything), and then topped it off in his room by flipping up the mattress on his toddler bed, dumping out Mr. Potato head and all accessories, and pulling all of his clothes out of their baskets and throwing them around the room. I am tired just having typed it and I haven't even gotten to the usual fruit on the floor under his high chair. Maybe if I cry Mike will help me pick it all up, however the last time even a 10th of this happened he joked he was going to hire a babysitter while I was with him during the day. One thing is for sure, if he wants attention he sure makes it hard to ignore him. :)

Path of destruction almost as wide as I am right now.
C

The Best Form of Flattery

It is not uncommon for Maximus to sport his dad's hat or tie, but I guess he thought it only fair to copy mom too.

Things to remember when your 1 year old kicks you in the face...

1. Believe it or not you asked for this.
2. Remember all those times crying when you didn't have kids... now you can cry over your fat lip instead.
3. Could have been worse, he could have been wearing cleats.
4. When all else fails consider it come-uppins for all the crap you gave your parents.

A big thank you to my mother who has had Sir Maximus for a sleep over since his royal fit allowing me a good 18 hrs. to find it humorous instead of tying him up. :)

Swimming, Scarlet Fever, and Shamu

Maximus started his second year of swimming lessons today. He was the very best in the class last year at 6 months, I swear. But now 21 months he doesn't want to be held, which would be fine if we weren't in 4 foot deep water. So the fact that we wrestle for 30 min. in the water is the first difficult thing. Then I get to chase his naked bum around the dressing room for the the next hour that should be 10 minutes, but whatever. All this is not enough however... Maximus is just getting over Scarlet Fever which means that although he is cleared by the doctor to do whatever and not spread it -the rash from head to toe makes everyone run from the crazy scabby little red head still sporting a horrible haircut. God is just however because we match; I get to chase him as Shamu.

Perhaps next time is Dad's turn.
C

Great Clips my foot

Life lesson learned: If the woman about to cut your son's hair is not cute... Leave.
Maximus now looks like a peach, an orange on a toothpick, or at least handicapped with his large head and high cut buzzed red hair. As you can tell I am a little fired up, but never fear, I fixed it- He will be wearing a hat for a while.