Max is 3!

Our little Max-i-poo turned three this week. It feels like all of a sudden he really is three. If I had a nickel for every time I hear "No! I can to it by myself!", I'd be a wealthy woman. It literally happened overnight. Aside from that, he is a complete charmer. He has many people wrapped around his little finger. He'll gladly "clothesline" his brother, say hello to strangers (which might I add, people really like hearing a little guy say hi and wave at them), hug you good-bye, yell "FART" when it's quiet, snuggle as if it's his last wish and tell you every single type of construction vehicle/tool you never even knew existed.

Erik and I talked about the day he was born. I was in labor for about 24 hours, finally pushed for about an hour and a half, then when we decided the best thing would to have a c-section and I delivered the largest baby ever known to man (well, close). So, I was heavily medicated and we remember it a little differently.

In honor of "Maxwe-oh Lubow-ee Marah-kez"'s birthday I'll share some things I've written in my kid-isms journal in the last year

**Max leaning over to Alex in the grocery cart, pats his head, runs his hand down the side of his face and says "Oh hi sweetie".

**Alex spilled his cup of goldfish crackers all over the floor. I looked at him and told him to clean it up. Max watched, looked at Alex, looked at the mess, then at me and said "Mom? Why you not say 'Oh Crap'?".

**In the car, I let our a frustrated "Grrrrrr!" After about a minute, Max said  "Mom. My say "Oooh Maaan! You say  "Oh dammit!"

**Shopping with Nini (Aunt Kristen) at Target, we cut through the little girls section. Max spotted the training bras, giggled, and said "Boobs" So I asked him if he knew what that was and he said, " Oh... yeah, baby boobs."

**I see Max squatting in the corner of the kitchen so I ask him what he is doing. "Oh, dust pooping" So I ask him if he would like to go in the toilet instead. He says, "Um no, I'm good right here."

We sure love him. Happy 3rd year, Max!