Who knew we would make it four years :) We laughed, we cried, sometimes it felt a lot longer than four years. When I was little, I was appalled and disappointed to learn I would have to be with my siblings forever. Guess that Family Home Evening didn't go as planned. I thought we got to trade families or something, or atleast older brothers. But I am glad to say, I wouldn't trade my little family for anything. And as they say, "Four more years!!"
We had our ward Christmas party Saturday night. Last year, we didn't have Max sit, er rather lay like a blob, on Santa's lap. It just didn't seem worth it when he wouldn't know what was going on. This year was a different story. Although Max has no idea who Santa is and doesn't know anything about presents (lucky us), he was quite impressed with the jolly fellow. As I watched the extremely long line of crying children terrified of Santa, I thought of how every child needs a traumatizing Santa picture. When Max's turn finally came, I got all set with the camera. To my dismay, he just stared, open mouthed, at Santa's beard. He was no doubt thinking of ways to rip off his glasses or beard or both. Finally after practically screaming his name to look at me, I snapped this one. Atleast Max is smiling, can't say much for Santa.
I've been informed that it's been a long time since I posted anything. Relax, adoring fans, I'm still kickin'. Here are a few things to catch you up on what's been going on (or around) in the Light world.
1. Vomit.
If you know me well at all you know I can't even stand the thought of the V word. It's a deep psychosomatic fear of mine that I've had since as long as I can remember. Don't know how to explain it, but just the twinge of a stomach ache will send me into sweats/panic attacks and don't even get me started when someone else is sick! Like one time when I had to babysit my nephew and he projectiled all over the living room. I called my mom to clean it up and basically stood there like a statue the rest of the night. I love my nephew, but my fear was greater. I don't know how many times I've heard, "What are you going to do when your kid throws up?" and my answer always was, "Call Joey and tell him to come home and clean it up. Duh." Well, ladies and gentlemen, I have all but conquered my phobia (as far as my child is concerned). Max and I were enjoying a nice episode of the Wiggles after a nice breakfast of cinnamon raisin pancakes (Max's new fav.) when without warning the rugrat spewed chunks everywhere...numerous times!! I sat in shock for a minute and recovered enough to haul him to the tub, my slippers filling with you know what. I managed to clean him, our clothes, the blanket, the carpet and disinfect the bathroom without a mental breakdown (Joey said our house smelled like a swimming pool, bleach is my friend) ...Then I got sick. Two hours after arriving in the mucc for a nice visit with Nana, my turn came. Nine hours later, basically sleeping with my head on the throne, dehydrated and hoarse, I realized I hate being sick. So far Joey has been spared, but if I see any minute sign he may be next, I'm heading for the hills!
2. Craigslist.
I couldn't possibly make this post totally about vomit, I had to end it on a positive note. I love craigslist. I loved Ebay, but all the annoying fees are pulling me away to Craigslist. I sold all the left over napkins (unused, but opened) from Max's birthday for about $5. I really believe the trick to selling stuff online is that it has to be crap- like party napkins. Oh but Craigslist, how it has made our Christmas! Needless to say with a car and a house this year, we are a on a budget for presents. However I discovered Joey has lots and lots of greasy metally thingies in the garage that are very popular on Craigslist. Don't worry, I haven't sold his truck (again hee hee)... yet.
So if you haven't heard already, Max is walking. He hasn't perfected it yet, but he looks even more like a monkey when he walks like an ape. I edited the video, but for some reason it won't rotate here, so just cock your head to one side to watch it.
He really is growing up so fast. We had a first this week- my first call to Poison Control. Ah yes, who doesn't enjoy the taste of liquid bandage on a cool morning? Luckily, Max only licked the applicator brush, but he thought it was quite tasty. The nice man at the poison center told me not to worry unless he started vomitting, which he didn't. We thought he may have sealed up his taste buds for a while, but he actually had a good appetite that day. Needless to say, Joey installed ALL of the child cabinet locks as soon as he got home from work... not that that will deter Max.
We went with the Pyrahs and Grand-Pyrahs out to Lattin Farms this weekend for Max's first encounter with goats. He absolutely loved the goats and attempted to rip their ears off. I was pleasently surprised to see the goats didn't bite his fingers, especially since Max was practically giving them a dental exam. We're thinking about getting a goat, more as a play mate for Max. Here are some pictures from the day:
As you can probably tell we carved pumpkins last Monday. Joey thought it might be too early, but I thought nothing of it. Well, yesterday Joey's pumpkin sank in. Curse you global warming! It's still about 75 outside and now our Jack-o-lanterns look like old men! Max really had fun squishing the guts. That's what it's all about, right? At least our pumpkins will be too mushy to be picked up by hooligan kids and hurled into the street on Halloween night! THAT is what it's all about. 
Max looking thoroughly thrilled about the whole experience
