Tongue Olympics

Max has started to smile. A lot. He does have one problem though; he cant figure out what to do with his tongue when smiling. Sometimes he sticks it out (accompanied by a bit of drool). Sometimes he puts it under his bottom lip making him look like an 80 year old who is thinking hard. And sometimes he even gets it right. I am sure Max will figure it out in a blink of an eye but for now we love watching him practice.

HippoWhat?

Leave it Maggie to come with the most creative (read difficult) costumer...a Hippogriff. I am sure you are scratching your head trying to picture what this is. And no it does not have anything to do with a hippopotamus. Thank you J.K. Rowling for creating Harry Potter and the mythical 1/2 eagle, 1/2 horse creature. You didn't think any kid would want to be this for Halloween, did you? Oh no, the stripped ties, broomsticks, robes and scar is too mundane for my child. Come on J.K. help the mother of a newborn out here. It's not like this costume can be bought; it's ANOTHER handmade costume. This is the year I wised up. Once I had an inkling of Maggie's costume of choice I asked Jack to make it. I mean I did make the lady bug and the poison dart frog. The costume was a perfect rendition.

Maggie was heartbroken that no one knew what she was. The eagle part was easy to discern, but the bottom 1/2, (the horse) was completely overshadowed by the talons and feathers. I tried to make her feel better by telling her Harry was a 6th grade book and she as only in 3rd grade. It didn't help and tears at the Halloween parade/party seemed imminent. Thank you Isabella for "getting" the costume.

After the hippogriff and the poison dart frog perhaps next year's costume should be a bit more mainstream. I don't want to discourage Maggie's creativity in any way, so on second thought maybe I should just delegate to Jack every year...

As per Maggie, the best part of the costume was taking off the Eagle 1/2 and trick or treating AGAIN with her friends just as a horse. Without the eagle mask none of the neighbors were the wiser and I turned a blind eye.

And Max? Max went as a monkey and slept through the entire process. I harbor a secret desire for them to go as M&M's next year.

The Lounge Lizard

Something wonderful happens every time Max takes a bath; he turns into a absolute and utter piece of mush. With one leg draped over the bath sling and his arms are raised above his head, he's the eptiome of relaxed. In fact, he's so relaxed that he pees on himself. Every time.

Max's bath positions make me think of the phrase "lounge lizard". What this actually is I'm not exactly sure. However, I always conjure up an image of a sleazy John Travolta-esque man in a velour leisure suit at a skate rink, complete with a hairy chest and a moose knuckle. Not really an image I want to associate with my pure, innocent newborn son.

Introducing Mad Max

I am officially changing the name of the blog to the M & M chronicles. I'm sleep deprived and cranky since the arrival of my other M, so forgive the lack of wittiness on my first entry. My wit will return or at least I hope it will....just like I hope my waistline, energy and sex drive (sorry mom) all return before 2013. Stay tuned for the updates regarding Max's flatulence which rivals that of a grown 300 pound man who has been eating greasy chicken wings and drinking Busch.