Max is Three

At 3 you...

would go barefoot always if we let you, love books and Doc McStuffins, say things like "which angle are we turning?" or "let me get situated first.", drink Generade {Gatorade} when you're "working hard", enjoy helping Daddy outside, love gum and anything mint flavored, sing "God is so Good" fifty times a day, are fascinated with the moon, and love chasing the squeeerels in the backyard,

We think that you...

are so much fun these days, have miracle ears {especially when it involves food wrappers}, keep us on our toes with all of your extra energy and may have a future in gymnastics {specifically the rings}.

   

We call you....

Max, Maxwell, Buddy, Sir and Mister.

  

  

We hope you...

learn to use your inside voice in the car soon, continue to be a great big brother, stop running away from us when we ask you to, "come here" and learn to love God with your whole heart.

Happy birthday, Max!

We love you so, so much!

Worth Remembering {9 months}

You are a delight, Sammy-boy.

You smile constantly.  

Sometimes, you choose to just smile with your eyes, which is just as dreamy.

You are on the verge of crawling. 

I'm fine with you staying put for a little longer...

You are obsessed with your bottle...

...which means you could care less about drinking out of a cup or a sippy cup.

You have zero teeth.

However, the other day, you ate an entire chicken nugget.

You will go to and snuggle with anyone.  

You say dada a lot...but I'm convinced you have no clue what you are saying.  Sorry, Wes.

You still bob your head back and forth like it's your job.

You love taking baths.

Whenever anyone walks by you, you hold your arms up for them to pick you up.

Anything you can get your hands on, you put in your mouth.

Then, there's you and your big brother...

It's one of the sweetest things, I've ever seen.

I pray that you guys stick together and are there for each other no matter what.

Happy 9 months, sweet baby boy.