Max (and his mom and dad) received another visit from Cousin Joey (and
his mom and dad) this weekend. We had some action-packed days! We were all very interested to see what would happen now that both boys are crawling, and I must admit that I personally expected some bonked heads, toy stealing, and tears. My expectations were pleasantly thwarted, however. Max and Joseph did not exactly play together, but they imitated each other, chased each other around in a train of adorable diapered bums, and spoke a rare dialect of baby to each other that none of the rest of us quite understood.
Joey was nice enough to share his dad with Max, and the three of them instantly bonded over a truck book. I found the truck book rich in character, but somewhat thin in the plot department. Maybe you have to be a baby. Or a Josh.
While Max and Joseph did not really argue, they did get in each other's way a lot. If one of the boys was going somewhere, and found the other boy in his path, he would just keep steam-rolling ahead. The really funny thing is that rarely did the one being steam-rolled seem to mind, or even to notice. At one point Joseph actually sat down right in Max's lap, and began playing with a toy that Max was holding. Undaunted, Max picked up something else and played on. I mean, if someone you had just met walked up to you, sat down in your lap, and took your stuff, you'd at least raise an eyebrow, right?
It did occur to Max a couple of times that sharing is not quite as good as having everything to yourself. Look at him giving Joseph the evil eye, while he plots how to reclaim prime real estate in front of the puzzle.
The inconvenience of having to share was forgotten, however, when Max discovered that Joseph shares his deep and insatiable desire for banging on stuff. Finally, someone who really understands!
Is it possible that Joseph not only shares the drumming fever, but surpasses Max's great love of the art? Surely not!
Okay, okay, Joseph, you win! Your drumming trumps mine in both volume and longevity. Maybe I'll take up the oboe, or the sax. The sax is pretty manly. Can I have my Mama now?
Joey was nice enough to share his dad with Max, and the three of them instantly bonded over a truck book. I found the truck book rich in character, but somewhat thin in the plot department. Maybe you have to be a baby. Or a Josh.
While Max and Joseph did not really argue, they did get in each other's way a lot. If one of the boys was going somewhere, and found the other boy in his path, he would just keep steam-rolling ahead. The really funny thing is that rarely did the one being steam-rolled seem to mind, or even to notice. At one point Joseph actually sat down right in Max's lap, and began playing with a toy that Max was holding. Undaunted, Max picked up something else and played on. I mean, if someone you had just met walked up to you, sat down in your lap, and took your stuff, you'd at least raise an eyebrow, right?
It did occur to Max a couple of times that sharing is not quite as good as having everything to yourself. Look at him giving Joseph the evil eye, while he plots how to reclaim prime real estate in front of the puzzle.
The inconvenience of having to share was forgotten, however, when Max discovered that Joseph shares his deep and insatiable desire for banging on stuff. Finally, someone who really understands!
Is it possible that Joseph not only shares the drumming fever, but surpasses Max's great love of the art? Surely not!
Okay, okay, Joseph, you win! Your drumming trumps mine in both volume and longevity. Maybe I'll take up the oboe, or the sax. The sax is pretty manly. Can I have my Mama now?
2 comments:
Chili,
The pictures and narration once again are fantastic. It is an absolute pleasure to read this blog...the story of Max and his adventures...it is my favourite summer reading.
Love all the pictures! The boys are too cute! We once again had so much fun playing with Max, and his mom and dad!
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