|What a good little helper!|
Max tells me when Charlie needs a nap, points to the crib, puts on the music, the heart beat bear, the light up turtle, pulls the door shut, and finally, puts his finger to his lips and says "shhhhhhhhhhhhh."
He now points to the TV and says "Mel-mo" at any time of the day. Can't you people over at PBS help us parents out and give us tips on how to explain that Elmo is not on Saturday or Sunday?
When we get to church, he points and says "turch."
He insists that his lawn mower be parked by the stroller in our garage.
Things have to be in their place with Max - if I try to use the humidifier in Charlie's room, he points that it must go on the top shelf of his closet. We have had to resort to James Bond type stealth when moving the humidifier into Charlie's rooms when Max is not looking.
If you do not have a coaster, he will give you one.
In the bathroom he hands me toilet paper. I'll just leave it at that and let you use your imagination in figuring out what else he does in there.
Max plays with baby dolls and the kitchen at church. The other day he pushed the baby doll around in a stroller and then he took the baby doll out of the carriage, sat down, lifted his shirt, and tried to nurse the baby doll. WHAT A COPYCAT.
"Max did you poop?"
"Are you sure?"
"Max, are you sleepy?"
"Max, are you tired?"
"Max, do you need a nap?"
"Are you sure?"
He knows where the toaster is in my mother-in-law's house. And the vacuum. He always remembers.
He likes to pick his nose and everyone else's. He also shares his tissues.
January 9th, 2012