Max has begun the fine art of teething this month, and is chewing on any number of objects in order to get relief. His favorite things to gnaw/gum thoughtfully/moisten with baby drool include his own hands, various toys,and any part of his mom or dad that brushes past his mouth area.
Max is also becoming daily more mobile and alert. He is at a really charming phase where his brain has taught him that he is closer to the center of the action if he sits or stands up, but his body cannot yet do those things without assistance. He expresses his dissatisfaction with this discrepency by squawking loudly if placed in a lying down position to play. While we try to be there for him, and prop him up whenever possible, we have had to resort to artificial props (like the excersaucer, seen here in use).
When Max goes out on the town, he likes to be as unencumbered as possible (and hey, who can blame him?). When he goes out with his granny, however, she fears he will be too cold, and so we have to layer a bit more heavily than we might otherwise. I suspect that Max, like his mother, runs on the warm side, and he hates and fears hats of any kind. I sympathize, Max, but what can I do?
Okay, okay. I know I just put all the blame on Granny for hat-wearing, but this time it was me forcing the headgear on my helpless child. He is just too cute in this hat to resist a small amount of torture. (Of course, this hat was a present from Granny, so she isn't totally blameless.)
And yet another stuff on the head picture. Max is going to move to upper Yemen as soon as he is eighteen if we can't get our photographing embarassing moments thing worked out.
Max has begun the fine art of teething this month, and is chewing on any number of objects in order to get relief. His favorite things to gnaw/gum thoughtfully/moisten with baby drool include his own hands, various toys,and any part of his mom or dad that brushes past his mouth area.
Max is also becoming daily more mobile and alert. He is at a really charming phase where his brain has taught him that he is closer to the center of the action if he sits or stands up, but his body cannot yet do those things without assistance. He expresses his dissatisfaction with this discrepency by squawking loudly if placed in a lying down position to play. While we try to be there for him, and prop him up whenever possible, we have had to resort to artificial props (like the excersaucer, seen here in use).
When Max goes out on the town, he likes to be as unencumbered as possible (and hey, who can blame him?). When he goes out with his granny, however, she fears he will be too cold, and so we have to layer a bit more heavily than we might otherwise. I suspect that Max, like his mother, runs on the warm side, and he hates and fears hats of any kind. I sympathize, Max, but what can I do?
Okay, okay. I know I just put all the blame on Granny for hat-wearing, but this time it was me forcing the headgear on my helpless child. He is just too cute in this hat to resist a small amount of torture. (Of course, this hat was a present from Granny, so she isn't totally blameless.)
And yet another stuff on the head picture. Max is going to move to upper Yemen as soon as he is eighteen if we can't get our photographing embarassing moments thing worked out.
3 comments:
I think granny is getting a bad rap here. Max is just a little baby for goodness sake, and he needs to stay warm. His mama's superhuman powers of remaining warm in subzero temperatures should not be the determining factor in whether Max needs a hat or not. I will admit however, that he was just a little puffy from all the layers on our last walk. I would like to clarify, for all the Canadian relatives, that it can get darn cold even in California.
It was 70 on Saturday! Man that was warm... nice and sunny for yard work though!
I adore the hats. Though maybe try a bandana so he can rep his set a bit more.
Sammy and I got the cutest little hat a couple weeks ago with a duck on it. Merritt is going to just slay the ladies in it.
I can see a little Tillman in the picture of Max chewing his hand. His eyes look similar to Joseph's! jt
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