Max is 2!

I woke up this morning to a little birthday boy right in my face saying, "Hi, Mommy."  

For the past couple of weeks, Max has been saying, "Birthday coming!".  We'll see if he keeps saying it after today.  

Oh, how I love this boy.

Max, from the very first moment I held you, I have been blown away at the gift you have been to us.  You made me a mom, which has been my dream since I was a little girl.  

At 2 you...

are starting to sing songs, love any kind of ball, still eat fruit like it's going out of style, jump from things that are way higher than you should be attempting, drink from a cup, get upset when unfamiliar people say hi to you, sleep in a big-boy bed, recognize Target, the mall, Meijer and "the carwash", share things, are super interested in using the potty {just haven't been successful yet}, love to dance in the kitchen with Mommy and Daddy, climb on everything, still take your shoes off in the car, come running when you see Mommy and Daddy kiss, say Papa about 10,000 times a day, have miracle ears and love golf.

We think that you...

will remember everything we tell you...so we better mean what we say.  {Which is a good thing to do anyway.  Max will just hold us accountable.}

We call you....

Little guy, Max-man, big boy, Max, Maximilian, mister, Maxwell and Buddy

I'm pretty sure that's a booger on the end of his nose.  Awesome.

We hope you...

use your great memory to do great things, keep sharing and don't make us want to pull our hair out when we start potty training you next week.  

Happy birthday, Max!

We love you and thank God for you every day!