All about Max @ 2 3/4

The other day, we were eating dinner and as we were wrapping up eating, Max says 'Daddy, I wanna play tatch.' I have never seen Jeff move so fast as he hopped out of his chair and ran out the door with their gloves before Max was even done chewing. It cracked me up how enthused Jeff was to do anything baseball with Maxer. I know Jeff can't wait for Max to be a little T-baller...(we only miss it by 2 months!)

Here are some things that Max loves to do...:Play baseball...He is the catcher!!! (he'll tell you) He gathers all of his baseball necessities out of his "ball box" (chest protector, bat, ball, little mini diamondbacks helmet, sometimes his little T) and prepares to go out in the field. He loves to throw his ball up and hit it with his bat one handed...and holy he is really good at it!

check out the follow-through...he really is amazing at hitting the stinkin' ball.
He loves to play in the dirt. He loves to dig, he loves to load dirt and pine needles and flowers in the back of his dump truck and dump them out in random places. (grrr) He loves to hunt for bugs and wormies and snails in the dirt, and overturns every brick and rock in the complex looking for little treasures.

He likes to climb trees. especially this tree, and luckily he can't get very high, but he is constantly climbing up there and trying to get back down.

and he loves to show off his muscles (like every guy)...He is getting bigger and bigger every day and I love to watch him grow, and hear the new things he does and says.

...and here is me taking a lesson from my friend Kim and putting a little more talk (journaling) and a little less action(pictures)...I want to document what my kids are doing.

From the time Max was one, Max could tell you when he saw a dig-dump (a construction truck). His first word was tractor, and could spot them a mile away.

Now, it's so fun to listen to him as we drive, or look through his truck books because he can tell you what each kind of truck is...Excavator, Backhoe, bulldozer, cement truck, paver, grader, steam roller...anything. And he corrects me if I think it's something else...

He can identify so many different bugs, it cracks me up from a common house fly (that's what he calls it) to a praying mantis, to a black widow.

He can spot any "do not enter" sign as you drive by, and has some sort of a photographic memory...He knows if we are at Sams Club, or driving by Yogurtland, or Taco bell, or when we're driving by the bread outlet. Yesterday, we were driving on the freeway in a place we rarely drive pass....and all of a sudden, Max shouts: "It's the taco bell building!" I'm like, whatever dude, there are nothing but skyscraper-type builings around here...and then sure enough...there was the taco bell logo way up there at the top of one of the sky scrapers...I've never even seen that building, let alone shown him...how does he know that stuff???

Some things Max says on a regular basis:

...smells nice in here.

...yes, I think so.

...Look, I'm shakin' my tail feather!

...pretty nice!

...Come say her hi...(that means come say hi to her)

...Hi pretty dirl. (every time he sees Ivy)

...I wanna hold you.

...Let me get that for ya. (not you)