My Maximus Bruno turned the big 2 on Friday the 13th. We got a good laugh out of that, being that he is sorta a demon in the perfect disguise of an angelic little boy with bright blue eyes and shiny blond hair. And a the laugh of an old chain-smoking woman.
I am hoping that he is just really smart and ahead of the game and his terrible twos happened a year early and they will magically disappear after he is 2. In reality he is just getting started. But we didn't need quiet. Or a clean house. Or sanity. We do without. He has taught me to (attempt) to deal with not having a perfectly clean house, something I'm not used to. He taught me that it's okay if there is goo and unidentified slime everywhere. What could I do but just deal with it? It was good for me. He is still one loved little boy. He was my easiest labor (almost didn't go to the hospital because it didn't hurt). He was and has always been really difficult while awake, but the best sleeper ever. He will crawl in bed himself and pull the covers over his head. I'm just trying to think of the positives here because he has ruined something important to me at least every week of his life since his last birthday. But they are just things. Just really sentimental important things. I have more holes in walls and dings in my furniture and ink on my couches than I did with both of my other kids combined. But Maura and Collin don't mind. They love him and don't let me get too mad at him. And if anything he has driven them closer together when he is too bad for even them. They huddle together and tell each other it will be alright. Collin slept in Maura's room until a few months ago because Max would wake him up every morning by yelling "Juice. Choo choos!! DAAAADY. EEEAT!"
This year had been really hard for me and Max. I have had to work a lot and had to be in bed a lot because of my back. I couldn't lift him most of the year. I missed a lot while traveling and working hard at my job. I felt like maybe we didn't bond because I had less time with him than the other two. So basically what I am saying is that it is Rand's fault he is insane. Actually I love that Rand has such a tight bond with him. It hurts sometimes when he wants Dad instead of Mom, but the other two still come to me so I will let him have it. And when Max is upset it is best the more patient parent attends to him. Let's see, other things he has mastered this year: Well he lost all that chunk that I loved so much. But don't worry, he is still a force to be reckoned with. Oh and the tantrums. Really intense, throw-yourself-on-the-ground-and-gnash-your-teeth kind. But then I get home from work and he runs and hugs me so hard I almost fall over. He usually hits me in the face with a toy 10 minutes later...but maybe I was bad. He is a great climber. He can reach anything. Including lots of stuff I really liked and put up high so he wouldn't ruin them. He has learned to talk, which was a little delayed (just compared to my other kids) but it is coming fast now. He says NO really good. He has always been really good at using body language to tell us what he wants. If he really didn't like what you were suggesting he would put his head on his shoulder and spin around. If he liked it he would lift his head and "yes" though for a long time it sounded like "ass." He helped Maura and Collin grow up a lot. Collin had to adjust to being put second or third and giving in a little just so we could have peace. Maura learned to change diapers, make bottles, put him in bed and make him breakfast. She amazes me and I know Max has made her even better. He is so stubborn I see myself so much in him. He is not flexible and doesn't like a change in plans. He will never be described as easy going like the other two. But that is why he is Max and always his dials are ALWAYS turned to 11. And we love him so much. He made our family complete. I think knowing he is our last child gave us the patience to get through the bad times. He is the caboose to the Bruno family and we ended on one hell of a note. There is only one Max Bruno, so watch out world, he is just getting started.
We love you Maximus. We love your craziness, your energy, your dancing, your scary laugh, and mostly that you are ours. Well maybe not the times you throw yourself on the ground in public and act like an animal being slowly tortured. Those times I say "Hey little boy, where is your mommy?"
I am hoping that he is just really smart and ahead of the game and his terrible twos happened a year early and they will magically disappear after he is 2. In reality he is just getting started. But we didn't need quiet. Or a clean house. Or sanity. We do without. He has taught me to (attempt) to deal with not having a perfectly clean house, something I'm not used to. He taught me that it's okay if there is goo and unidentified slime everywhere. What could I do but just deal with it? It was good for me. He is still one loved little boy. He was my easiest labor (almost didn't go to the hospital because it didn't hurt). He was and has always been really difficult while awake, but the best sleeper ever. He will crawl in bed himself and pull the covers over his head. I'm just trying to think of the positives here because he has ruined something important to me at least every week of his life since his last birthday. But they are just things. Just really sentimental important things. I have more holes in walls and dings in my furniture and ink on my couches than I did with both of my other kids combined. But Maura and Collin don't mind. They love him and don't let me get too mad at him. And if anything he has driven them closer together when he is too bad for even them. They huddle together and tell each other it will be alright. Collin slept in Maura's room until a few months ago because Max would wake him up every morning by yelling "Juice. Choo choos!! DAAAADY. EEEAT!"
This year had been really hard for me and Max. I have had to work a lot and had to be in bed a lot because of my back. I couldn't lift him most of the year. I missed a lot while traveling and working hard at my job. I felt like maybe we didn't bond because I had less time with him than the other two. So basically what I am saying is that it is Rand's fault he is insane. Actually I love that Rand has such a tight bond with him. It hurts sometimes when he wants Dad instead of Mom, but the other two still come to me so I will let him have it. And when Max is upset it is best the more patient parent attends to him. Let's see, other things he has mastered this year: Well he lost all that chunk that I loved so much. But don't worry, he is still a force to be reckoned with. Oh and the tantrums. Really intense, throw-yourself-on-the-ground-and-gnash-your-teeth kind. But then I get home from work and he runs and hugs me so hard I almost fall over. He usually hits me in the face with a toy 10 minutes later...but maybe I was bad. He is a great climber. He can reach anything. Including lots of stuff I really liked and put up high so he wouldn't ruin them. He has learned to talk, which was a little delayed (just compared to my other kids) but it is coming fast now. He says NO really good. He has always been really good at using body language to tell us what he wants. If he really didn't like what you were suggesting he would put his head on his shoulder and spin around. If he liked it he would lift his head and "yes" though for a long time it sounded like "ass." He helped Maura and Collin grow up a lot. Collin had to adjust to being put second or third and giving in a little just so we could have peace. Maura learned to change diapers, make bottles, put him in bed and make him breakfast. She amazes me and I know Max has made her even better. He is so stubborn I see myself so much in him. He is not flexible and doesn't like a change in plans. He will never be described as easy going like the other two. But that is why he is Max and always his dials are ALWAYS turned to 11. And we love him so much. He made our family complete. I think knowing he is our last child gave us the patience to get through the bad times. He is the caboose to the Bruno family and we ended on one hell of a note. There is only one Max Bruno, so watch out world, he is just getting started.
We love you Maximus. We love your craziness, your energy, your dancing, your scary laugh, and mostly that you are ours. Well maybe not the times you throw yourself on the ground in public and act like an animal being slowly tortured. Those times I say "Hey little boy, where is your mommy?"
2 comments:
how is he 2?
I mean honestly.
Adorable, happy birthday to Maximus.
I know Kalli! I was just looking at pictures from that day we went to cascade springs and I was still on maternity leave. He was so little. Oh those were the days...when he couldn't talk back to me.
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