Man Night drawing to a close
Last night was once again man night at my house...Natasha teaches at Aquinas College on Wednesday nights. Last night Max and I made the trip to Meijer to shop for some gifts for our work Christmas Party.
We do the game where everyone gets a number and if your number is called you go up and pick a gift to unwrap...of course the next person gets the choice of stealing an opened gift or picking an unopened one. It makes things interesting and adds some intertainment. I get to do the shopping for it which is a lot of fun because to make the game intersting you've got to have some not-so-nice gifts. Let's just say Max and I found some good ones last night.
When we got home we got out about every toy Max owns and played on the floor. I am amazed how much change is going on in and with him. Two weeks ago he could sit up with pillows propped up around him in case he fell...last week in the same position he would still fall over but had strarted trying to pull himself back up....last night he was purposefully leaning across the pillow to reach a toy and then pulling himself back into a sitting position. Two weeks ago he was starting to grasp things and really be able to hold onto them with out dropping in it in a few minutes....last week he was starting to understand how his arms /hands moved together...this week he is picking up things like his block of wood and beating it on other toys and daddy...yes he is a boy.
The other change going on in him I really noticed yesterday is his desire to be mobile. He wants things that are out of his reach and he is starting to try to get them. He also holds his arms out when he wants daddy to help him get up...and the only help I give him is holding his little hands, he reaches out grabs my hands and pulls himself up on his feet. He will be 7 months old in a week...I really don't see him going more than 2 months before he is walking....very scary thought for daddy last night.
I find it funny the things he gets excited about and will laugh about. He loves our dog, Abby. He will just start laughing if she comes by him...his laughter usually gets her excited, which generates more laughter, which gets Abby running through the house, which gets more laughter. Last night I was feeding him a concoction of carrots and I don't know what else Natasha mixed in there...Max was more interested in the dog than the carrots. He spent the entire time turning his head from side to side trying to find her in the kitchen...it wasn't until he was wearing 10 spoonfuls of carrot mush on his face, head, and hands that he realized she was laying underneath his chair eating whatever fell of him. That's when the laughing and squealing started again. He then spent the rest of his time in his chair leaning as far forward as he could to see her underneath his chair while banging his fist on the table...didn't quite finish all the carrots.
Unfortunately Natasha only has two more weeks of teaching left...we are going to have to find something else for her to do so we can continue man night.