Armed with his characteristic determination to live life to the fullest, Max made the most out of his first Independence Day. We decided not to subject him to the fireworks (although he did get to hear the next-door neighbors setting them off well into the night, so that was really great), but he managed to have a full and exciting day even without them. We visited his Tillman grandparents in the morning, and then went over to Granny and Gramps' house for a barbecue in the afternoon.
Gramps got out his swimming pool for Max, and Max dove right in. The water was a bit chilly, and Max's extremities did start to shiver and turn blue after awhile, but the siren song of the sea was not to be denied.
Max likes to practice his standing skills anywhere and everywhere now, and kept trying to stand up in the pool. He was hindered by the slippery floor, the non-weight-bearing inflatable sides of the pool, and by his implacable mama, who kept insisting that he sit back down.
After his swimming adventures, Max worked up an appetite. He was hand-fed his first piece of cake, and was extremely enthusiastic about it. The new texture puzzled him initially, but he ended up shoving fistfulls of cake into his mouth, and was quite crumb-covered and sassy afterwards.
Naturally, after inhaling cake, a baby gets thirsty. Max has so far been indifferent at best to drinks that aren't served in a breast, but he went for Granny's lime-water in a big way. Everyone else was having margaritas in similar glasses, so Max may have been under the mistaken impression that he was getting drunk. He drank/spilled/covered himself in most of Granny's water. I offered her his sippy cup in compensation, but she declined. I don't know why . . . It had frogs on it and was quite festive.
Max fell asleep in his stroller soon afterwards, and slept again in the car on the way home. Ian and I were afraid that this would throw him off his schedule, and that we would be up with him until one in the morning (its happened before), but the swimming, cake, and unrelenting adoration proved to have worn him out good. He went back to sleep shortly after we arrived home, and didn't bother rolling out of bed until nine forty-five this morning. He was the last one up, for goodness' sake . . . I guess we can put to rest any doubts that he shares our genes.
Gramps got out his swimming pool for Max, and Max dove right in. The water was a bit chilly, and Max's extremities did start to shiver and turn blue after awhile, but the siren song of the sea was not to be denied.
Max likes to practice his standing skills anywhere and everywhere now, and kept trying to stand up in the pool. He was hindered by the slippery floor, the non-weight-bearing inflatable sides of the pool, and by his implacable mama, who kept insisting that he sit back down.
After his swimming adventures, Max worked up an appetite. He was hand-fed his first piece of cake, and was extremely enthusiastic about it. The new texture puzzled him initially, but he ended up shoving fistfulls of cake into his mouth, and was quite crumb-covered and sassy afterwards.
Naturally, after inhaling cake, a baby gets thirsty. Max has so far been indifferent at best to drinks that aren't served in a breast, but he went for Granny's lime-water in a big way. Everyone else was having margaritas in similar glasses, so Max may have been under the mistaken impression that he was getting drunk. He drank/spilled/covered himself in most of Granny's water. I offered her his sippy cup in compensation, but she declined. I don't know why . . . It had frogs on it and was quite festive.
Max fell asleep in his stroller soon afterwards, and slept again in the car on the way home. Ian and I were afraid that this would throw him off his schedule, and that we would be up with him until one in the morning (its happened before), but the swimming, cake, and unrelenting adoration proved to have worn him out good. He went back to sleep shortly after we arrived home, and didn't bother rolling out of bed until nine forty-five this morning. He was the last one up, for goodness' sake . . . I guess we can put to rest any doubts that he shares our genes.
4 comments:
What a fun fun day. Max again astounded us with his mellow, go-with-it, attitude. And who could resist Uncle Augie's mouth wateringly delicious cake. Max has good taste - his first bite of cake should be the best. But where was Santa Bell during the festivities? That is the question Granny and Gramps want to ask.
a good spy reveals neither his sources nor his location.
That was a really fun forth. I too was tuckered out by the end. Chelsa, you should do a post explaining Santa Bell!
There is no explanation for Santa Bell.
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