





Updates on life with Max


unny Note: Max has been obsessed with reading all the rules associated with different places. He made us stop and read what these symbols on the door were before we went in. I told him they meant no smoking and no guns. While we were inside he told me "I'm not smoking, I'm not gunning, I'm OK!" Since that day he has been talking about smoke and guns to the point I wish I would have never told him what those symbols meant. Hopefully something new will come along soon that he can obsess over.
We headed over to our local Albertson's to meet Rowdy - the Dallas Cowboy Mascot. Max thought he was pretty cool, however, he kept asking where the cheerleaders were. After playing with Rowdy outside we followed him inside to where all the games were. Here is Max getting his face painted and playing skeeball. He actually let the star stay on his face for the remainder of the day which is a great improvement from face paintings in the past.


Max went to a friend's birthday party this past weekend. Since the invitation had a barn on it and the party was going to be a petting zoo and pony ride, Max insisted that he wear his cowboy hat to the party and wanted to know why he didn't have any boots. Max had a great time with all the animals. The animals were there for one hour and he probably spent 45 minutes with them. He did take a break to drive around the property in the jeep. He still hasn't mastered the art of steering, he just guns the gas and usually daddy or mommy has to sprint to save him from mowing down trees, bushes, people, etc... He ended the party by hitting the chuck wagon. Even a little cowboy needs a break for juice and a cupcake. Look at how straight he sits while eating and of course notice he is eating with a spoon not his fingers.





Of course, Max had a specific way to trick or treat. He first had to read the house number of every house that he was going to, then he had to ring their doorbell (even if they were already outside), then he had to say Trick or Treat Happy Halloween, he then needed to see what they were putting in his pumpkin and make a comment on each one. If they happened to have a pet he needed to ask the pets name, sometimes in English, sometimes in Spanish. After he returned home and told me all the "perros and gatos" (dogs and cats) names that he had seen and showed me all his candy, he then took over handing out our candy. Every time I tried to give someone a lollipop (his favorite), he would say "no, no not a sucker" and take it from me and give them another candy. What a great accomplishment for him to be able to go trick or treating and have so many conversations with people along the way.