Max thinks he's 2

well... at least he's practicing for his "terrible two's". I love this babe like crazy and he melts my heart several times a day, but this week/month he's trying my patience more often than not.

Remember cute Mr. Squishy. The worst thing he ever did was spit up gallons all over me and wear high-rider pants.  He really was a pleasant newborn.

This would be Max today when I tried to hand him a peanut butter and honey sandwich for lunch. He really, really didn't want it, I guess. And so when your baby cries over nothing for a long, long time, there's really nothing left to do but take a quick photo so you that you can treasure that moment forever! Ummm yeah...  Please note there are no videos of crying today.  Phew!
Are those not the saddest hugest tears ever - all over a peanut butter sandwich ... well and a babe ready for naptime!

Not sure what happened in this babe, but he's decided he needs to throw tantrums lately. I put ice in his sippy cup of juice to keep it cold and he threw himself on the floor with huge tears and sobs. Alrighty then - I guess he doesn't like ice.

I'm really not into the 'throw yourself onto the floor and cry for a ridiculously long amount of time to get what you want' thing. So, we're heading into new territory with Max with discipline and teaching I suppose.

I suppose I ought to mention the things Max is doing that are good.

For example, he's getting better at cleaning up toys when we help him.

Last Friday he gave me a huge open-mouth kiss. This is a very, very, very rare occurrence so I treasured it.

Today he leaned his head on my shoulder when we were waiting in line at a store.

I had him ride on my shoulders at the mall and he laughed the entire time.

And yesterday he thoroughly enjoyed his popsicle and seemed to think it was the best thing ever.

So, we'll keep this cute babe, but I sure hope he'll mellow out with the tantrums thing.