Maximus Prime

The moment I pulled out the camera he leaned forward in anxious anticipation for a picture and gave me a big open mouthed smile.

He loves his Daddy...and his teddy.
Can I also mention that I am obsessed with his little chipmunk teeth?! They are the cutest!

He looks like such a big boy on Jimmie's Thomas train (gratis: G'ma & G'pa Koplin)

Thank you for all of your thoughtful/heartfelt comments on my last post...On a much happier note: I think it is about time I talk about my little Max (thus the title of the post--one of his many nicknames as I'm sure you figured).
He is walking and has been for awhile now but I haven't mentioned it. Walking is a monumental accomplishment in the life of any little one! It is impressive how quickly a baby changes and develops into a capable toddler, isn't it?

Noteworthy "Maxisms:"

• He pants like a dog constantly. We taught him the baby sign for doggie and he loves doing it for just about anything. He sticks out his cute tongue and then breaths in and out as if he is hyperventilating. LOVE IT!
• He plays with my bedside lamp every morning--turning it on and off and while he does it he opens and closes his hand (over and over and over again)...that is the baby sign for light.
• He takes after Mr. Travolta and grooves out like you have NEVER seen a baby groove--including bobbing his head back and forth, waving his hands in the air and bouncing up and down. It is too funny. His favorite music choice is Lenny Kravitz. This kid is bound to be musical.
  
• He is fearless and has a phenomenal pain tolerance (I think he got that from me--haha). This kid has fallen down the stairs from top to bottom--landing on tile at the bottom. He has fallen head first out of a Costco shopping cart and cracked his head open on the cement. He survived his own birth (which is monumental in and of itself)...and he has endured and continues to endure the incessant beatings from his aggressive and not so gentle older brother. Note: I promise I am not a negligent Mother (most of the time, anyway)...if you have boys you understand.
  
• He is a cuddler. Often as another day comes to a close he will come up to me and lay his head on my lap for a few seconds and then go back to whatever he was doing. It is SO endearing!

This boy has been a treasure from the very beginning. I think he is desperately trying to make up for being 11.4 pounds at birth! Regardless, he is perfectly precious. I think I'll keep him.