Summer Fun

I seem to ALWAYS be playing "catch up on the blog". But I guess that is kinda the point of a blog-or at least mine-to remember and record what happened yesterday. (Or in most cases, 2-300 weeks ago!)

I feel like I am doing pretty good at this point. Most of this stuff is from the last month or so.

Last week Max and I decided to take (or rather join in) a last minute trip to the DFW area to visit the Thias side of the family. My dads mom (Grandma Thias) had never met her one and only Great grandchild and it was also the 2nd anniversary of my Poppa dieing. So-at 7:30am on the day that my dad and Gracie were leaving I called them to see if they had room for 2 more...and a lotta luggage! So we tagged along, even though I was certain I would regret my decision to drag Max along on a 7+ hr car ride. He surprised us all. On the way there we only stopped 3 times, he did sleep about 3 of the 7 hrs and only whimpered for about 40 min on the last 2 hours of the trip. (At this point I was ready to start whining-my butt was numb and the car was stuffy) The stay was brief. (but 2 nights and 3 days without daddy was quite long enough-THANK YOU AUNT GRACIE-I would not have survived without you!) We were all sure that Max knew what was coming on the way home and we were going to be in for it....but......nope! As good as gold! Not a single tear and very little discontent of any kind. He only slept about an hour and a half of about 8hrs on the road. (including breaks) Folks, this means that my 19 month old child was content in his car seat for approximately 6.5 hours! AWAKE! Without any TV or other form of "artificial" entertainment! I sincerely believe he has an AMAZING guardian angel (or maybe I do!) that was helping him bear the trial. Plus-the whole trip is lined with road construction and where there is construction there are tractors and large road implements! Thank you GOD for the obsessions of small children! "Oh, look Max a tractor!" "Oooooh!!! Shreeeeeek!!!! Tackta" (he doesn't say "r" sounds) We are very pleased with his travel patience-for this trip anyway!

Now enjoy the pictorial review of the last month or so.

Hi! I am officially 18 months old!

He didn't want to wait for me at bedtime-decided I was taking to long to get to the good stuff-reading!

He and Pops get along pretty good!

Happy 20th birthday Grace!
"Tackta"

He truly did help plant these!

The boy loves his dirt.

Starting to get the hang of this "park" thing.

See?! Cool!

Hi, Uncle Al!

Happy 22nd Birthday Liz!!!

Is it in the DNA?

OK-forewarning-NO pictures in this post. Trust me, it is not a picture topic.

Ever since I had Max I have become more and more aware that boys are born with an internal love for all things mechanical. He never had to be taught that Hot Wheels were for boys or that a lawn mower is something that guys get to fiddle with during the summer. He just knew. He has always love books about trucks, mud, loud noises etc, more than stories with a good plot and pretty colors. (I am sad about that one-John Deere just doesn't have the best in the way of intrigue.) I have come to the conclusion that it is just something that all males have in their DNA. Which brings me to this dilemma.

Why are butts funny?

Really! Why?

I am sure all parents out there agree that in the first few years of life (for your child) privacy for both parents and child) goes out the window. When Max was small I would take him in the bathroom with me and lay him on a towel while I showered or used the "facilities". Our house is also set up so that there is NO delineation in our bedroom situation-we all share the downstairs of the apartment. Sooo-we are usually all around each other while getting dressed. One day we hope to regain SOME of our privacy...I cant imagine Max wants to remember too much about seeing his mom or dad getting dressed as he grows up. lol... sigh... and so we return to my question...Why are butts funny?

As I get dressed Max will usually be doing his own thing-cars, books, destruction...you get the picture. But AS SOON AS-and I mean IMMEDIATELY-when I pull off my pj bottoms and reach for my jeans he starts laughing and pointing. At. My. Butt. (this goes for Cody also) I assure you that we both wear appropriate skivvies. But where did my child acquire this appalling idea that butts are funny? To add to that, he has now decided to start trying to smack me on the bottom while laughing! Results-I have to stand on my bed or hide in the laundry room to put on pants. I solemnly swear that this is NOT behavior that he is modeling from his father or I. The only other people he is around on any regular basis are my parents (I THINK NOT!!) and Cody's grandparents (I don't want to even imagine!)
So....Is this just in his DNA?

Nature vs Nurture?

We always correct him and tell him that it isn't nice or funny to do what he is doing (not in so many words-remember he is 19 months). But I am beginning to wonder...this just isn't normal.

Thoughts? Advice?

Help?!